Soft footsteps

Soft footsteps of him,
Playfully tapping on the shelf.
Whiskers drifting in the air,
Like a bird, shooting through the sky.
Blackened fur, camouflaging in the cold, darkness
of the cupboard.
His ears hold a thousand memories, of
travel and friends.
There eyes show you that he is always here to help.

Soft footsteps, playfully tapping

On the shelf