For K, With Love

She of anomalous chromaticity in her mane
She of feral and ferocious bouts of self-worth

She could reach the stars and will in time
and even knows where her future’s at

She of delicate sophistication
She of tangible, sensible beauty

She is maternal, compassionate, and feline
some might even call her a kat

She of subtle, silky curves
She of elegant, alabaster flesh

She has more friends than the deep, dark night
and she’ll even drink to that

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