She hath wings

Do they park themselves next to you, keeping you warm,

Or play with the pen in your hand?

Do they meiow the house down when you put them to bed,

Or distract you for hours, unplanned?

Perhaps they greet you at the window,

Or skid playfully across the floor-

Do they curl up and clean away salty tears,

Or offer you their paw?

Often described as self centred at best,

I have found it is not always true;

There seems to be some cats on this earth

Devoted to me and you.

From dawn until dusk while they are awake,

They’re involved in our routine;

Drinking from our cups, staring down the toilet bowl,

Or ‘helping’ us get clean!

Jumping up on the childrens’ beds,

Purring through “Story Time”;

Chasing inanimate objects like mice,

Always new heights to climb!

Do they steal your heart, when you couldn’t love another,

And cost you an arm and a leg?

Do you give up your dressing gown, to keep them warm,

And listen whenever they beg?

Such beautiful creatures- our longtime companions,

A language all of their own-

Clambering into our hearts and our homes,

With them, we are never alone.

© M. Patterson 14.9.22