Minstrel Poem by Maureen Pickford

Minstrel administers love through the touch
Of his paws. Pure, easy, furline comfort
Flowing freely into my soul. He's taught
Me to relax. Don't worry; just be! Such
Companionship, complicated not
By wiles and guiles and opinions sought.
Kitty soft fur to cuddle when overwrought.
There for me. Needed by me. My sweet Puss!
Though don't be fooled. He leads a double life.
Marauding Minstrel, a patch on his eye.
Morphs into a pirate cat when outside.
Tunnels the undergrowth sniffing out mice.
Knows of a treasure trove of poor dead birds.
Snatched by sharp claws and laid out on the earth.