Grey Cat On The Porch Poem by Rue Palmer

A grey cat on my porch, serene and still,
With eyes like lanterns, a soft, gentle thrill,
She stretches in the sunlight, a lazy delight,
Whiskers twitching softly, in the warm golden light,

Her fur, a blend of shadows, graceful and light,
She surveys her kingdom, the garden so grand,
In her quiet dominion, she rules this porch,

Paws dancing on the tiles, a whispering sound,
In her playful presence, all worries are drowned,
With a flick of her tail and a contented purr,
She brings a stillness, as time drifts by.

So here we sit together, a picture of peace,
In the worlds gentle rhythm, we find friendship,
A grey cat on my porch, a companion so dear,
In her soft, silent presence, i have nothing to fear
whiskers in the moonlight.

In shadows soft, where silence falls,
A whispering purr, a gentle call,
With nimble grace, the feline roams,
In every corner, she finds her home,

Her emerald eyes, like lantern bright
Follow me to the corner, a dancing poised
Let loose with playful moves jumping around,

With velvet paws and playful charm.
She chases dreams without alarm,
A flick of tail, joyous leaps, she is giving it all.

Her world freedom, wide and vast,
with every pounce, her joy amassed,
A queen of tricks and comfort, in warmth she bides.

So big up to the grey cat on my porch,
A creature rare, with a hearth of mischief and gentle care,
In her small realm, she reigns supreme,