Crazy and Mellow

I have one cat
made out of feathers,
the other
forged from steel.

The one dances on tiptoe,
as light on her feet
as on the eye --
a shadow
barely visible.
Was that a cat?
Let me blink away the blur!

The other plays gorilla,
muscling her way
through space --
her forward thrust
so deliberate
you'd think
air was made of lead.

The light one, Crazy --
A riffle
mincing
delicate
teasing perception.
My hands close in
on a Cheshire grin.

Mellow, the dense --
a waterfall
tumultuous
demanding
defining her reality.
I've captured a panther,
not a cat.

I pick them up --
A scale would say
they weigh nearly the same.

One floats in my fingers,
a ball of fur and purr
suspended in midair
lofted by her desire for
minimal impact.
Her footprints a whisper.

The other sinks earthward,
tightly knit muscles
grabbed by gravity
atoms compacted
by attitude.
Each step
commands attention.