THE CAT AT NIGHT
I feel your silken warmth against my shoulder,
The murmured gentleness of sleepbound sighs,
And should I turn my head towards you
I'd lock my gaze with green bewitching eyes.
For you my cat, my sweet companion,
Peaceful slumberer by my face,
I suffer you to steal my pillow,
Your presence brings to me such grace.
-S L Smith-