by Patty Piazza
Upon his divan, proud and stout, our lofty baron sits.
Plied with cheese and tuna fish, but fattened not a bit.
They wait upon him hand and foot, each hour of every day.
Soft sheets for him to roll around in, toys for him to play.
Sometimes he'll take a moment, upon on his cloudy mile,
And stretch his paws towards the earth, look down at us and smile.
He'll think maybe it would be nice, to visit for a night...
On second thoughts, he'll lie back down, he knows we'll be all right.
From velvet-smooth grey thunderheads, we'll hear his rumbling purr-
When storms blow in the sky, my love, know Romeo is here.