O' feline of smoke-hued stripe

Thine gray paws follow silent

After the scampering, darting

Sounds of anything yet alive.

O' hunt with grace & kill quickly

Yon footed and winged prey,

Thy greenish eyes alight with

Unwearied watching atop a wall.

O' pink-tongued and pretty cat,

Whose unreadable gaze makes

Us wonder what it is you think,

Even as you lay down to nap.

O' calm and collected kitty,

Aging even now as we watch

You stalk yet another invader

For naught but petting hands.

- Meredith Greene