The origin poem

For 60 years I have tried to reproduce 
A highly-charged poem that celebrated
The night, the sensuality of the felines
Who inhabit it. Slinky gorgeous purring
Cats whose meows echoed love-making
While they slid quietly on padded paws 
Enjoying the heat of summer and winds
Blowing curtains to and fro. Cautious cats
And careless cats, busy or idle, deep in
The night, as if one with the darkness. 
60 years is enough to have forgotten. I
Have. Forgotten the rhythms, the sultry
Movement of those forgotten  creatures 
The splendid heat of a summer-long past