They still follow the lizard’s motion
Her eyes a sky mirrored in ocean
My oldest mate at the kitchen door
She wants love and nothing more!
At age of six a grand old dame
Understands when called by name
Her furs are white grey fleck on head
She’s a ravishing beauty heaven made!
I still don’t know her fondness how
Sings the notes of melody’s meow
Her profound eyes they forever plead
I want your love more I don’t need!
In the morn’s hour when making tea
Her loving look births the first poetry
Tell her lips her heart’s tender purr
Love me a little don’t keep me far!
When I pour her morning’s due
Croon her name to give her the cue
Blue ocean’s eyes in gratitude say
Love me a little I’ll make your day!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grand-old-dame/
