My Quill My Arrow

Climbing up on the old crusty castle wall. Skipping my thoughts off the clouds and hopefully unto you. "My quill my arrow and space is your sheild." "Hello Molly dolly my dear purrfect cat!" I say as she climbs up pulling her fat. "Where's your brother willy?" After a long stretch and yawn she purrs "Oh he's down there hiding in your hat". Lifting her up placing her cold wet nose to mine. "How lucky this life I am so blessed to grasp" Setting her down, I begin to write..