Lily alias Delilah

A soft little item is Lily
She dances well under the moon
Out through the flap
She’s doing her rap
Clearly to her own made
Up tune

She loves sitting high
Sitting low hiding too
Under the bushes
Just peeping through
She a Maine coon
A great feral cat
Who clearly knows
Where she is at

She is loving
And caring
And special for she
Can float like a lace wing
Optically
She climbs and she jumps
And she hides
And she knows where to go
A full emanation
A thought form you know

She’s a sensational bringer of light
Cadmium coloured
Unseen late at night
Stripy and marbled and stippled
And cute
Her peepers are green like a mulberry root

Delilah is her official name
She loves to dream
Like a gentle flame she flickers
And rolls she’s a sweet little soul
Always she rocks and sometimes does roll

She dreams of the harvest mice
Up in the corn
She chases the frogs
Just after their born
She watched the swifts
As they circle around
And every move she makes
Is without a sound

She is a hunter
She was taught by the Fae
In the land of the gremlins
Far far away
Where the great waterfall
And the crystal spray are
Its there she does sit
Under the star

Her human mum loves her
As does everyone
Who knows her
For she loves to lay in the sun
She’s a credible force
Persuasively so
And can leap in the air
And is part of the flow

She has a pet robin
RB. He’s called
Full of belief
Reliably stalled
In an old chimney pot
On top of the shed
Where a family of mice
Have made their sweet bed

Lily just loves being rubbed
And caressed
Really this animal is perfectly
Blessed
With the greenest of eyes
With a pretty sweet face
With beautiful hair all over the place

Intelligence she is the queen
Of the fae
Who if she knows you
She will just want to play
She knows the gravity of her desire
And can move like a bat
In the hottest of fire

She has a son he is known as bear
He is much bigger than her
But they share
The house with their mum
Young Claudia who
Knows everything there is
About how they do

No vaccinations and true honest care
With luca her dear son
Who is always there
These two cats are gentle
But both have a way
Just being perfect in every way

To know her as I do
Her haunts and her thing
Is a marvellous feeling
It makes my heart sing
She is a bit fidgety
Eventful for she
Can leap into the air
And just seem to free

Herself from this universe
And in a wink
She is off up a tree
As fast as you blink
The next minute restful
In a soft repose
Tranquil and dreamy
With a breather she knows

Freedom is her thing
No matter the rain
Free as the air
Independent again
Free to just go where she wants
Anytime
To lay under the shed
Or just flipping climb

Dear little lily
Soft pretty lily
Unhurried and true
Unflappable really
Rarely complaining
And not over straining
Clearly she knows what she has to do

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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