Ode to Shay

Shay, my little prince, you sit up in the high branches of a willow tree grooming your silky and handsome grey fur. Your speed and energy like 888 rockets helps you catch mice at 183 Morning Sun avenue on a misty morning in May. Your calm deep in thought face reminds me of a stream of  catnip and treats. When you rub your face agents my cheek affectionately, it feels like a cashmere blanket of happy thoughts. Your liking for my small toy sticky gecko that sticks to the ceiling amazes me. You rule the castle of my dreams as well as the castle of my heart. You bravery, handsomeness, and mightiness keeps you as prince of the best land in the world.

Shay, my little prince, the hero of my world.