Golden eyes in the sun
Inky eyes in the night
Your eyes reflect the light
Where is your soul
Mysterious one?
You walk my dreams
In your grey coat
Without any qualms
You came to us
We recognised each other, immediately
But the question remains: what to call you?
What is your name my purring friend?
Will you answer to Mistigris?
Will Mitsou resonate with you?
Or let's try the more exotic Mistuko?
Or a shortest version Mysty, maybe?
For the moment you answer,
I'm quite happy to say,
To the more mundane: Puss, puss!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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