Beloved feline, midnight's cat,
With eyes of youth and body auld,
I pray thy fur of white and black,
May usher thee beyond the cold.
I ask of thee whatever ails?
You answer me, with fragile breath,
That though thou liveth flesh and frail,
Thou ponder naught the thought of death.
Is this the eye that I may meet,
That I once did upon thy youth?
But ev'ry soul of soft and sweet,
Must ageth still and face the truth.
And though thou'lt rest thy beating heart,
Thou'lt stay a kitten til thee part.
© 2026 Connor Erice Tuttle - All Rights Reserved.
Poem inspired by the great Ian Anderson's song “Old Black Cat,” as well as by my own old black cat, Echo.