the neighbor's cats' cries

the headlights flooded my studio
with a light so bright
i had to protect my eyes!
i heard the neighbor's cats' cries
and watched her arch her back
with a feline intent
she wandered into my gatehouse
curious and slightly bent
looking for a tray of tea
but all she saw was me
without knowing what i was for
what should she do?
i had painted my face green and blue.
looking out my window in the spring
i was astonished to learn the cat could sing.
sitting on the alley wall
there would be a terrible price to pay
if she should fall,
so i kept her in sight
throughout the night;
and in the background were bare trees,
stark and lonesome in the quiet breeze
as she crouched like a sphinx
her nose visibly pink
her giraffe-like head
like a sculpture resembling a primitive bed
slightly larger than a breast in heat
she sat confidently on her own four feet
for the better part of the coming week
modeling for the purpose of an extra treat
which i secretly provided
when our glances at each other collided
and it seems so bizarre
but that's what we are
and back to back, we looked at each other
sister and brother
dualities like the sun and moon
late and soon
sea and sky
her and i
night and day
closer and closer and further away
until our hungry lips got in the way.