Ode to an Old Friend

To a certain feline in a French hat.

Those eyes hide secrets far beyond my mind
That smile guards a heart as turbulent as the storm
Dark secrets that no man could ever find
And yet kindness rarely finds so apt a form
Her laughter rings across the thunderous noise
And brightens my day - if only just a bit
Beyond the preening girls and foolish boys
A friend, beckoning me to come and sit
In the eye of a spiritual hurricane
Solace, to sit and talk and laugh again.

The gods bless you - you know who you are.

The End

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