Shall I compare thee to a midnight sky,
The eve before the new moon starts to wax,
When pinpoint stars gleam faintly from on high
Amidst a multitude of blues and blacks?
Your velvet coat of nighttime’s deepest hue
An inky ebony with gloss and shine —
Your luminescent yellow orbs shine through
Unblinking and unnerving as you dine.
You cross my path and I think not of ill
For though you be a portent of the worst
To me you always have and always will
Be the farthest thing from one accursed
When night’s blackness yields to dawn I endure
Your sweetest attribute: that is, your purr