Motley

The wanderer who chose to stay
That quirky fur ball friend
Squinted eyes recognise
Beckon in her inimitable way

Commanding from her throne
Doors open in her wake
Sentry, comfort and confidant
A friendly hi to start each day

Like a shaman of the tribe
The guardian of the realm
Totally oblivious
To the place she has in our hearts

Everything’s on her terms
Wouldn’t have it any other way
Stubborn, headstrong, introverted
A classic family trait

Nothing budges her steadfastness
Except maybe the vacuum
Her arch nemesis
Soon scarpers to her secret place

Concern whenever she’s out of sight
Then miraculously appears
Where could you have possibly been?
Never mind. A family once again whole