Cat

Is there a metaphor for it?
Can I call it a cat and make you understand?
Striped and wounded, she languishes in curiosity,
She's a scaredy cat, for sure.
And far too clever for her own good.
So she scratches, yawns, sleeps, dreams,
Inescapable curiosity, a chill hovering around her little cat heart.
A heart that beats fast inside a slow moving body,
Dreams that make leaps she couldn't even fathom,
Eyes closed and then open.
Maybe a simile instead.

- Trish