Soft Paws, Warm Soul

Whiskers of a Loving Old Cat

Once I was tiny,
all whiskers and fur,
a flutter of mischief,
a shadow, a purr.

I danced through the hallways,
I hunted the air,
I ruled over sofas
and slept on your chair.

I gave life to kittens,
more love than I knew —
I almost left once,
but somehow pulled through.

Now I am older,
I’ve seen quite enough.
Don’t ask for my photo —
I don’t do that stuff.

I sit in the sunlight,
I watch with a sigh,
the world in a hurry
while I let it pass by.

I ask for no nonsense,
just cushions and peace,
and maybe a cuddle
when talking shall cease.

So here I shall stay,
no drama, no scene —
Now an aged cat
but forever a queen.