The Whole World In Her Hands

She stretches out her claws, making

Biscuits in mid-air. Grey marls her tired

Eyes but they are bright with curiosity,

Golden yellow fixed upon the

Ins-and-outs of murderous bakery. A yawn,

Big yawn, and a stretch that makes her back

Arc, whiskers twitching as she lays a

Cautious claim upon my arm.

Slowly, aloofly, she clambers in for cuddles