Perfect lady,
Sweetly dressed in the boldest shades of orange, black, and brown
Always:
You made them look like a sunrise, so bright and warm
With the hint of gold in your wide, wise eyes.
Those white boots, and you sat so properly;
Those white gloves, and you slept so dreamily.
But despite all that elegance and classic feline charm
Your face was so often dirty, from exploring places cold, dusty, and worn.
From dancing from the sofa to the bed to the stairs,
Dashing up and down in those white boots
Singing as you went along:
A wild beauty
With classic charm.
You weren't afraid to slap a face or two
You were humble enough to sleep in a damp old basement
You weren't shy to stand up for what was yours:
The world.
The world was yours
And now, with all your elegance still intact
And all your wild ways still left in spirit,
Heaven is yours.
Your wings, I'm sure, will fly you back to me ...