Fraulein Katze

She’ll come or go at her own discretion
I never know just which direction
I’ve seen her teleport-
From here to there in an instant
One point
Then the next
Without crossing the distance
Always alert
even when snoozing
Which
To tell the truth
She is, usually
Under the bed or perched on a shelf
Forty times a day she cleans herself
There’s a gleam in her eyes
A glow in the back
She’ll bust out her claws
Spit
And arch her back
But when she’s calm
She loves to purr
She’s quite intelligent
And has clean soft fur
Some folk’s proclivities run
Towards the canine kind
But me I’m loyal to felines.