Ode To A Kitty Cat (Whose Name Is Tinker) Poem by Kevin Patrick

Against daily tides of the worlds pitiless faces
Which tribal afflictions divide brothers to strangers
The most affectionate loves are from those bundles of furs
Which reverberate sweet melodies through their whiskers and purrs
Coiffure our body with their warm coats of tender conquest
Issuing preeminence with outstretched paws on our stomachs
I know the childhood innocence in a love that's not spoiled
To Machiavellian insidiousness and duplicitous liaisons
For domicile companionship beings a virtue that's absent
From the homo sapiens détentes of misfiled connections
And when loneliness announces its uninvited presence
Filling our brains drawers with hampered customs of dejection
My little Tinker comes to make her thrown upon my body
Spreading forgotten smiles as her tail wags like it's her hobby
as I brush my fingers against her mane I know devotion which is foreign
And as I feel the bristles of her trestles and I know I'm never lonely.

A pets love is forever and never diverted of human currents