Xiao Mao

As the nighttime rain goes pitter-pat,

I think of you, my Little Cat,

So clever and cute, and all of that;

A smile as bright as the midnight moon,

Eyes that burn like the sun at noon,

And a voice that makes magic from any tune.

The years have been long and the sea is wide,

Hard lessons teach who’s best by our side;

Each day I sigh, and think, and work to build,

So I’ll be ready, if dreams are fulfilled,

While I hope two hearts beat secretly

As one: a “we” of you and me.