Our friend so furry black and white
on softened cushions
so soft a silent tread,
walk on whimsical nocturnal flight

You rest upon a wooden rail so smooth,
the same as the Sphinx upon the sea of sand,
so cunning, mischievous and shrewd

Now hum your murmurings aloud,
glad tidings you bestow to me
And whisper through your stare,
a friend you are, you are to me

You sense the beauty within our hearts,
no pretentious human outward showiness
For in a world of bombs and hatred spread,
you tell your tale of love instead...