Orange fur on salted stone
Walking through the wind alone
Copper eyes and patches white
Watching for the harbor light
Calico on a concrete pier
Waiting for the ships to steer
Gold and black in the evening haze
Lost inside a harbor maze
Salty air and rusted steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Cold wind bites the velvet ear
Only iron sounds are near
Pacing by the ferry line
Searching for a hidden sign
Small paws on the frozen grit
Where the city lanterns lit
Calico on a concrete pier
Waiting for the ships to steer
Gold and black in the evening haze
Lost inside a harbor maze
A hand reaches down from a coat
Beside a drifting wooden boat
Warmth touches the shivering skin
Letting the kindness begin
Soft voice calling through the cold
Stories that the tide has told
Safe inside a wooly fold
Turning grey to sudden gold
Calico on a concrete pier
Waiting for the ships to steer
Gold and black in the evening haze
Lost inside a harbor maze
Copper eyes now close to sleep
While the harbor secrets keep
Safe and warm tonight
