A Cat's Game

Looking up from the chess board
Mistress of all she surveys
She could kill the king
She has that power
But she is content to know.

I’m waiting for my partner
She waits for us to begin
Playful little thing
She glances at me
Her impatience tangible

My pawn moves ever forward
His rook moving to the side
From across the room
Tail lashing, pounces
Pieces fly. It’s a cat’s game.