Feline Mystique

This image of Misty makes me think of a

poem by Richard Garnett:

She moved through the garden with glory because,

She had very long claws at the end of her paws.

Her neck was arched, her tail was high,

A green fire flared in her vivid eye,

And all the Toms, though never so bold,

Quailed at the marital Marigold.

-- Richard Garnett