Well its just gone 1.00am and here I am logging in to jot down a poem
I woke and looking out of the bedroom window I saw her - my Cleo sitting in the garden and this poem came to me as I watched her doing whatever it is cats do in the early hours. Which appears to be nothing by the way.
My cat is a mystery
With shining amber eyes,
They mirror the starlight
In darkening skies
She has wonderful peace
Serenity and grace;
Moonlight caresses
Her beautiful face
She is loving and gentle
Funny and sweet,
Lazy and crazy
A tiger so fleet
And sitting in stillness
‘Neath darkening skies
My cat is a mystery
Silent and wise