Soft to the touch

Claws sharp as blades

Heart beats with love

But eyes glare with hate

Light brush of fur

Sends chills through bones

Claws cut and burn

But you won’t be alone

Crescents in the dark

Like moons in the sky

Glow like a spark

Unknown what they spy

A rumble deep down

A hiss when afraid

A small little meow

My cat that God made