I tend the Monstera in the bay
The soil is damp and rich and gray
A calico with orange patches gold
Watches the hangar start to unfold
He is the king of the steel floor
Guarding the airlock and the door
Watching the stars in a cold spin
Waiting for the orbit to begin
He tracks the light on the metal beam
His amber eyes are a steady gleam
I prune the Ficus with a steady hand
While he patrols this floating land
The Pothos climbs up the conduit line
The oxygen scrubbers hum and shine
He leaps across the cargo crate high
Under a black and velvet sky
He is the king of the steel floor
Guarding the airlock and the door
Watching the stars in a cold spin
Waiting for the orbit to begin
Tapping claws on a titanium plate
He does not care for the docking date
I mix the nitrogen for the root
He chases a loose and silver boot
The Sansevieria stands tall and proud
Far from the wind and the heavy cloud
He purrs against my worn out shoe
While the deep space turns a midnight blue
He is the king of the steel floor
Guarding the airlock and the door
Watching the stars in a cold spin
Waiting for the orbit to begin
Orbital Calico
Keep the watch, here we go
Calico!
