Sleek and sheen his coat feels soft ev’ry day
As I pet him as I leave for my work.
Looking longingly out the clear window
He studies and speaks to the birds that come.
He waits on my chair for me to arrive
Hoping for treats and playing with his toys.
When dusk sweeps through like the rush of the wind,
He lounges on the blue coffee table
Anticipating his plan before dawn.
He creeps in darkness each hour of each night
Barely seen wearing only midnight black,
Golden eyes glowing to light his dim path.
Hiding under the place where I slumber
His claws come out – to spook – I have no doubt.
Mysterious portrays this beloved cat
Aptly called Poe living true to his name.
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