Feline Blossoms.

Writhing in shadowy veils, Whiskered pout and woolly tail, Groveling into perdition, No remorse, nor glum contrition. Pridefulness concealed by light, Lambent as the queen of sprites, Every hope and every wish, Mingles in a brine of gentry, I am that enslaving dish — Lacking exit, darling entry. And bizarre as it may seem, Such magnificence is ruling, For my pupils flash and gleam, Thus in pandemoniums pooling. Sneaking faintly in your dream, Flair so cold yet oozing steam, I climb mountains into dusk, — Petals bloom to spawning husk —  Hence I keep my head up high, As the stars flicker nearby,  Since whatever I may be, Blandly stews inside of me. Still can cats spread out their wings Soaring free like endless springs? Taking off, I sense this mirth, And my wintertime gives birth, To a beatitude so deep, I do think myself asleep! In the morning dawn salutes, Ergo I endear its dye, Nipping its forbidden fruit, Feline plumes spreading out wide, Mazing in celestial skies, Higher than the halest tide. And the Moon gayly beams down, As the Sun becomes my crown, Scilicet these meows I chant — though believed extravagant — Harbour anthems of repletion, — for my gem requires completion —  Thereupon I cat can sail, Regardless how much I fail, Over heavens, Moon and stars, Lambent as a little sprite, Even though it seems bizarre, Pridefulness concealed by light. 

Addah Monoceros.