Coat of snow muffled by a blanket of night,
Your eyes glow with a soft, pale light,
You slip through the shadows with no hint of a sound,
Me, you and the moon gather around

With movement as fluid as snow when it melts,
Brush your face to my fingers, soft fur I've felt,
Prowling about me you purr in your pleasure,
I sit on the ground, stroking this treasure

I know not your language, yet your purr comforts me,
Sweet laps me like the tide of the sea,
Soothing me with no need for any word,
The others seem crude as they rush in a herd

At the slightest disturbance in your territory you tense,
You are so alert as if you're my defence,
With eyes so sharp you slice through the shadow,
The blood of the tiger is in you I know

I see the funnel surrounding your head,
Without such a collar you might scratch 'til you bled,
I like it when you rub me as your itch you fight,
Because I itch deep down and you help me feel right