He is as black as the darkness in a windowless room,
With irises the color of polished gold.
He is as silent as a thief in the night,
As he stalks the shadows that play in the light.
He is a friend I can always depend on,
A friend that lightens my heart with his very presence.
He is an adopted member of my family,
A decision, for which I have no regrets.
He is a cat, known as Squeakers,
For his continuous stream of short meows.
He is the one most treasured in my life,
And whose face I kiss and caress each night.
He is my love, whom I shall never forget,
So I promise to love him for now and forever.
A very touching piece for you beloved Cat....They're so lovable aren't they...nicely penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nikki & Squeakers.. both of you are so lucky to have Jane as a friend.. i wish she can tell you her lovely poems! !