I met him first in the bright moonlight,
His figure was distinct,
T’was a lonely night, so I said “Hello,”
But not a sound from him.
He passed me by in the bright moonlight,
his figure clad in black.
I met him again on a wintry night,
I knew him at a glance.
I think he recognized me too,
For as he passed me by.
He brushed by my leg with a throaty purr,
And I knew I’d found a friend.
Posted on Dec 29, 2012 by Barb in | 0 comments