The little girl hunkers down And holds out her right hand Just as she has been shown. Two sun-streaked plaits extending from Her bright green cycle helmet.
The cat is velvet soft and grey His fur is thick and inviting. He pads forward and raises his chin Then slowly, slowly, rubs his head Against her outstretched fingers.
She canβt quite keep inside A little sound of pure delight.
Written back when that green cycle helmet still fitted her.