Golden eyes of a tabby
Like half moons’ gaze at me with such sweetness
I might need a witness to hold me to this
But we are none the same as we were
We endure this as we go on
We once were sweetness and laughs
And now forever are put apart
I will at no time ignore what was felt
Though we are put at ends.
Purrs and sighs make you come to mind,
Though pencils and flowers make your appearance best known in my past.
Ne’er a care of appearance, only again when I spot those tabby eyes in your kin I shall finally know the tail end.