I have never known a love of that,
Which consists more
Than the love of my cat.
He�s cozy and happy�
At times he�s aloof.
But that constant warm affection
Is Gods living proof.
Instincts still present;
The pounce on a string
Though tiger no more,
No less still a king.
He guards like on duty;
Pressed close to my side
Yet often quite moody-
Can sense if I�ve cried.
Awaits there to greet me,
Perhaps earning his keep,
The squint of his eyes,
What he sow, I do reap.
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