You know, I've always liked cats

[salienne]

...which is probably good, because apparently, I'm going to be an old cat woman when I grow up.

Here is the poem I just wrote (it had to be a lyric poem that was "as light as possible"--bleh) as proof:

A Love Story in Five Parts

The night they met, the moon was high,
it grinned in silver-white.
She shuddered there, no purse, alone—
Did he give her a fright!

At first she thought he held a knife—
pale knuckles and a leer.
He wasn’t drunk, he hastened add.
She lived not far from here.

He walked her home, dipped her his head,
his hat tight black and thin.
She made a point from that point on—
street corner, midnight, him.

Some Mondays passed, like dust in wind
then Sundays, gas fumes, snow—
the moon, it laughed from high again
when next they met alone.

They went out dancing long that night
their hips like wings in sway—
he bedded her that night as well,
he swore to her he’d stay.

Well we all know how these things go—
the rise and then the fall,
their time like clouds, her lips, his sigh,
now cracking as it crawls.