Black as night
Swift as a blade
Sharp as a razor
His eyes, green as the sea,
Call to me.
My vision of perfection
My little pharaoh
His voice singing clear as a bell
Beckoning me
As he meows his plea
To me
He wants out
So he can play
To be wild and free
But lucky for me
He always comes home
To me
He leaves his trees
And curls up beside me
With a soft purr purr purr
While I read
And so I am pleased to say
He is my inspiration
My baby
My panther
My little kitty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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