cats
I can see you like cats from the way that you walk
It’s less of a shuffle and more of a stalk
I can see you like cats from the way that you look
With a sidewards glance that can’t be mistook
Clear and coherent, well spoken not slurred
A questioning meow or a comforting purr
Even when seated with feet beneath heated
Your grace, nonchalant, but in secret, conceited