Her fur is ginger
Smooth and soft like a blanket
A golden coating
Laid over it
She sits by the refrigerator
Staring at me
With golden eyes
Without a care in the world
And purrs softly
Like a gentle stream
She walks elegantly
Worthy of a lioness
Her head held high
Her ears alert
Even when she sleeps
They quirk up
By the most silent sounds
She walks swiftly
Noiselessly
Her claws sharp
Pounces on her prey
Like a true descendant
Of a lion
With agility and vigilance
And blood in her mouth
She looks at me innocently
And purrs
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You used sound twice, so I’ve suggested noiselessly. Also, and this is a common mistake, you began talking about the cat using the impersonal pronoun (it) and then changed to ‘she’ half way through. Nice poem. I like the ending.
I was searching for a word other than “sound” but I couldn’t find anything appropriate. Maybe I should increase my vocabulary a bit. Thanks!!