There’s A Black And White Green-Eyed Cat Poem by Gert Strydom

There’s a black and white green-eyed cat
that comes at night
to lie on my bed
and also wants
the hotness of my body.

However I roll around,
turns over or shifts around
he still comes and lies
right against me,
as if nothing can part
him from me at night.

Sometimes I wonder how a animal
can love man so much
that its whole existence
turns around you
and only one touch
gets purr sounds
and let appear
teeth and a smile.

I wonder where he will lie
when I go into my last sleep,
or will he also find a place
with me there?