Mr Handsome Pantsome

My black cat Samson Was my kind of guy When you hear more You may wonder why Happiness was measured Without any trouble By the speed and size Of his bliss snot bubble The fluffball cuteness At the end of the day Was that he neatly packed Each of his whiskers away On occasion For reasons unknown He'd come back with one eyebrow And quizzical tone I would arrive home There he'd be Rolling on the driveway His half cat/dog style of greeting me The handsomest of faces That I'll never forget Of my beautiful, mesmerising Gentle giant of a pet I convinced myself for years and years When dead birds turned up That his happening upon them Was just bad luck The clever way he weed On his favourite fir tree Warning other cats To find another garden to pee He'd lovingly nudge your elbow When you were drinking tea Paddle pin prick dots Onto your knee Steal a box of treats Act smooth if caught in the act His charming party trick Perfectly disguising the fact Played endless tea parties And knocking down towers To entertain little girls For many joy filled hours Big and bold personality That he owned with ease Knew love for him unaffected By sudden cat sneeze Perhaps these traits Are allure for just my cat As I can't imagine another Getting away with any of that Thought I'd always see him Out of the corner of my eye Sadly I don't anymore But he'll always be my guy Beloved Pets Poetry Contest 12th March 2023 Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley 2nd place