16-FEB-2009
Do you slink to the basement at the start of the night?
Your tail gently swishing, your hair lying flat
Your pupils wide open, for Angelical sight?
Your senses alert for the mouse and the bat?
16-FEB-2009
For basements are home to Angelical sorts....
Dust, rust and junk to push and to poke
Dead chandeliers and ladders for forts
Basements for Angelicals are never a joke
16-FEB-2009
For felines you know are way into pleasure...
Pawing and clawing is the way they are made
Finding that treasure, just made to measure
Makes Angelicals purr like they're made in the shade
16-FEB-2009
Cats are not patient their passions are fleeting...
Now the dungeon is done and a passage is found
Up to the alley, close by, for a meeting
To the bookstore she creeps, and never a sound!
16-FEB-2009
Into Acqua Alta, that bookstore, as the sun makes its way...
Dawn is approaching and Jellabelle crouches
Not a move will she make until the new day
Angelicals, invisible, when not asleep on their couches
16-FEB-2009
Blackandwhite waits right at the door...
For Luigi the owner to open it wide
Jellabelle not moving, perfectly still to her core
Waits for that moment to apparate just outside
16-FEB-2009
The door is unlocked and that Jella sweeps out...
Blackandwhite's tail takes a vertical tack
These cats are all whiskers and moving about
Brushing together, the pink and the black
16-FEB-2009
Angelicals sense, yes Angelicals do, finding a way to rub that fine fur...
Jellabelle's jewels her paws and her rings
Make Blackandwhite happy. An episcopal purr
Escapes from his throat as the heavyside sings
