Leather straps cross at the seams
Tightening just enough to breath
The sole flowing across my foot
To the tip of the thirteenth strut
Insulated by the rubber heel to toe.
Darker than a midnight black
It's surface soft as a tabby cat
But smooth as the canvas-like hide
In which it fits to the contours.
A bow wrapped on its chest
And a plaid jacket under its flap
They are as elegant as it gets.
I'll place them next to the fireplace.