White barn owl-cat
perched on legs
and limbs like trees.
Talons unsheathed on white tufted paws,
secured in the carpet canopy.
Alert, ready to tread
softly at any moment.
Domesticated, all instincts addled,
coughing up fur balls like pellets.
Neurotic feline, shifting and
cleaning, cleaning, cleaning,
always on edge. Eyes wide, inquiring,
what is there in the dark
filled night, but lacking the insight
of a bird-brain.
You have captured the essence of fickle feline foibles (or should that be fur balls) magnificently, and I love the wry wink of humour at the end. :)