As I am an older gent, am I, who appreciates the finer finds
of god's inventional interventions, acknowledges
though born by theft of mine bone,
all creatures feline,
I admittedly knowledge this
only heightens their aromatic scintiilating
Je ne sais quoi, that being how one says in French
"I don't what it is exactly, but I loves me some a lot!"

but I play favorites,
and her name is inscribed
in my rapidly aging brain, which
by the bye, is a poor excuse for writing
such a lame po-em
but what the heck,
lucky you, gets to smoke
the chaff & wheat