Her little nose makes this sound,

Not a mew, but a wee little snore.

She curls against my leg,

Her fur warms my hip

As she dreams away.

She’s my little shadow

And sometimes she takes the lead,

Especially when she wants

water from the tap

Or a little fresh air

from an open window.

But tonight she is content,

licking the air as she sleeps,

off in her kitty dreamland.