Tabby tail wraps round a chair leg
Kettle sighs its copper song
Pages turn on silent hinges
Afternoon stretches long
Fur catches dust and gold light
She owns the corner by the stove
Where steam and stories rise
No bell calls her to morning prayer
Just heat and quiet skies
Purr measures out the hours
Cookbook spines prop open doors
Cinnamon and thyme scent air
She blinks at bubbles forming slow
No hurry written anywhere
Claws knead the worn rug square
She owns the corner by the stove
Where steam and stories rise
No bell calls her to morning prayer
Just heat and quiet skies
Purr measures out the hours
Rain taps glass in steady rhythm
Radiator clicks and groans
She dreams of mice in paper forests
King of stacked and leather thrones
Whiskers twitch at unknown tones
She owns the corner by the stove
Where steam and stories rise
No bell calls her to morning prayer
Just heat and quiet skies
Purr measures out the hours
Teapot whistles sharp and sweet
She lifts her head then settles deep
Altos hum in dusty pews
Memory holds what prayer forgets
Evening pulls the blind strings down
Flame dies blue to gray ash
She walks the shelves on silent pads
Tail high as a chapter flash
Home is scent and heat and hush
She owns the corner by the stove
Where steam and stories rise
No bell calls her to morning prayer
Just heat and quiet skies
Purr measures out the hours
Purr measures out the hours
Kettle cools on iron trivet
Cat sleeps through the final verse
