Memories of a feline vivid
My shin, with velvet fur he frays
His valiant hisses with anger livid
Morph into verily merry displays
His pupil, dark as the moonlit ocean
Circumscribed by an iris, golden
Reads my every grief and notion
And ferries me to wistful days of olden
As I contemplate a quarrel
Or a gut-wrenching game with friends
My tiny, four-legged, white-socked sorrel
Cobbles the path to a blissful end
When screams have overtaken words
And reason drowns in futility
My fowl-breathed "Vahana of Shashthi's" girds
And saves us from naivety
Whence he came to my abode
Only the humble Gods can tell
Thus hath been writ this humble ode
To a humble cat who keeps me well