Willow

She lifts her hand
As if I should take hold
For a waltz
Around the room
But nothing too fast
No picking her up
It upsets her
Soft, slow, and quiet
Keeps her from running
Her multi-colored hair
So beautiful in the sunlight
Shimmers as we talk
Every morning
Before breakfast
Then she is silent
And usually winds down
From her all-nighter
For a nice long and relaxing nap


This is about my other cat Willow-the good one.