Simba

Nose in the air
He knows he rules the house.
Despite bites and scratches,
I love my baby just the same
As Mum loves me.
But once his claws go in,
You are exposed to his soft furry paws.
His thin whiskers white as snow,
His eyebrows much the same.
His sun rising eyes locking with mine,
The night sky in the centre,
That twinkles with passion for his ‘family’.
A world without Simba
Is sombre no more meows
Greeting us home.
Simba my heart and, my soul,
Promise me you will
Never grow old.