Once in a tiny room a kitten played
alongside two of nature’s shyest cats
but soon enough the three had shortly made
the best of friends (or close) and had few spats.
Upon the bed, a fearless persian sweet
with squishy nose, and eyes like owlish moons
beside him, temper kind but caution fleet,
a boy who sings at windows daily tunes.
A girl the last, his sister close and dear
who oft in quiet corners likes to hide,
and in the dark will chirp to ease her fear
until her brother comes to knead her side.
Night Wild, hold tight their dreams: a gentle hand,
a soft caress, a friend to understand.