poem submitted to “Poetry Contest,” JCB Brul, sponsor, May 15, 2026
Oh Tux, you were a tiny tyrant tiptoeing through my childhood’s quiet corners, a black-and-white blur of whiskered wonder who ruled the room with a regal, ridiculous grace. You were a soft-stepping shadow, slipping between sunbeams and secrets, a silky sentinel perched on windowsills watching the world with wide, wise eyes. You carried mischief like a medal, chasing invisible crumbs of chaos across the floor, pouncing on possibilities only you could see~ a knight in a neat little tuxedo. And yet, beneath the antics, you were comfort made fur, a warm, wordless lullaby curled against a child’s uncertain heart. Oh Tux~ you were the small, steady magic that made my ordinary days soften, shimmer, and feel just a little more enchanting.
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