You started hanging round my porch. So shy I thought you must be feral. You're black, well that's been my color. It's like you knew the path to my heart. I sat and watched till what a shock: With all your dust fell into my lap.
One ear's tipped so know you're neutered. Other's curled weird maybe injured. Won't yet venture more than few feet inside my house, to you alien.
Except for next-door neighbor Jim you're scared of all even my good friends. But you've grown brave now in bedroom. We'll cuddle for hour then on your way. I know there are many feed you, yet hope you feel loved when I'm away.
Ten weeks tour look who is waiting. You purr as if was just one hour. Winter hits fast cold, you move in. Follow with meows till I scratch your chin. Sleep at my feet most every night.
When spring arrives you'll wander more. Will it make our parting easier? A sweet one wants to take my place. I'd take you with me in a heartbeat. Yet could not thrive your home's this street. I'll dream of you 'neath moss of St. Pete.