This furry little bag of bones
I call my cat,
Is soft and fluffy and wonderful
And all that,
And in the middle of the night
He jumps up on my bed
And walks up my legs
To my back, beneath my head,
And he sits,
And he purrs.

His purr is loud and effortlessly so,
And if you could see the sound
Then you would know
That he, like a beacon
Shines a welcome light
Of love and affirmation.
Into the night, he beams
Unmistakably, o'er the fog and squall,
"This is herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
Y'all."

-jenn