GOTCHA!

GOTCHA ! Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art! My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep. But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy. I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace in your gentle purr. Your tiny paws, a silent tread, upon the pillow by my head. Those golden eyes, a knowing stare, you're more than just a passing love affair. You chase the light, and ambush a sack, the simple joys your presence bring. I scoop you up, my furry prize, and melt within your loving eyes. When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!