One’s etched in snow-decal like the panther cousin; and
lost in a broken field, like the plume hunter
Another’s devilish with fur's soft-fire, foxed, slyly, even as the cat walks out of her rubble-lair to taste yard brush and its fancy dish
A third’s part chisel-toothed, part tiger tongs with Tabby eye-grease (fecund feet mounting on rocks)
And a fourth’s faint brocade beautifully grains at the throat --the very softness a symbol!-- from round the nape and down a whitening arch--
the bristly patron-saint of the somnambulist!