The Wild Olivine

She will not be tamed
the wild Olivine.

Some women have polite
cats that purrr and coo

Sit on your lap and
raise their faces for a kiss.

Not Olivine! The nine arms
cannot contain her!

I chose her when just
her round head poked out
from beneath her mother.

Her Mother was also wild.
Wouldn't allow a stroke
Altho her body seemed
to yearn for one.

She barely consented to
live in my little house
for three months
Only for her kittens.

Mostly under the bed.
Once in a great while
when all was still
She would sit in the
kitchen by the door
to rest from the nursery.

Olivine's eyes were
big shiny black buttons
when they opened.
She is black and tan
just like her Mother.

The only one like that

Now her Mother is gone.
Survived the Winter
but died in early Spring.

I tell Olivine all about her
when she slows down
long enough to listen.