Socks,
Embellished with a stringed velvety of baby’s breathe in midst of midnight constellations
Such reserved, yet lively stranger we have met
Born in the core of ruins he calls home
The sweet sight swiftly slipped into the cordiform lockets inside our pockets
Gracefully reticent between the morning glories and pearl moons you spring charmingly
Bygones drip into the cracks of your divine escapings where you leap into adventures of mystifying wonderlands
The echoes of fainted, lustrous purrs ring to us when you chase the nocturnal bliss
The eyes commence to whisper to tether the inevitable passages in time
To curtail your curiosity when tales become disjointed from torn pages
Perpetually, the symphony of seasons must come and go
Marking an everlasting imprint through the outgrown avenues of bloomed evergreens, gold horizons, decaying leaves, and frosted windows where beyond lies a feline meant to be wanderlust
Across the nine lives, we will capture the timeless four white stockings that will long live within our hearts
