the tabby cat

A sunbeam nap, a velvet, striped grace,

A tabby cat, a shadow sleek and deep,

He watches worlds with a calm, quiet pace,

And dreams of mice while shadows softly sleep.

A flicking tail, a sudden, playful leap,

He stalks a dust mote, vibrant, bold, and free,

Then curls up close, a comfort to the sleep,

A purring warmth for all the world to see.

With amber eyes, a mystery profound,

He holds a regal dignity and pride,

A gentle soul, on hallowed, peaceful ground,

A tabby’s charm, a treasure deep inside.