Ode to My Faithful Love

                          I

She walks in Beauty, like the garden
     Filled with catnip and butterflies
And all that's best of sunsets and sunrises
     Meet in her cold, dark heart to harden.
But mellowed with my placid pardon
     She lights up like fireflies.

                         II
Her ears so soft, her paws are plush,
     She trots with silent wonder
As she looks and starts to ponder:
     Out the window she sees the winter mush
And dreams of when the grounds were lush;
     She flinches as she hears the thunder.


                       III
She jumps down onto the ground
     And flees just like the day
As the dark and dreary gray
     Swallows up the sky from all around.
Her whiskers twitch as the rains pound
     But slowly fade away.