Black against the pale sky
A shapely silhouette
Back arching with a delicate curve
The grace of a cat

With careful steps
the art of his immaculate routine
Flowing out of his very cat soul
He walks along the fence

With an agile leap
The cat lands, elegantly
On his soft white paws
Unshaken and proud

Head raised in a stately profile
He pads gently on those velvety paws
Rarely stopping to pay a glance
And when he does, with a brief uninterested look

The world about him is not his concern
He is one to be honored, one to adore
Believes himself idolized
For he is a cat