A silken darkness sneaking through the town
A tiny, feral scout from shadows thin
A tiny face with ears as sharp as crowns
A crossing of a path that leaves you grim
Will thou ever emerge from past the light
In alleys where you live in dark and cold
A lost pet that has never been shown right
Who’s been left just too broke to trust the gold?
A spy with eyes that pierce through darkest night
And watches the moon stand too far to play
And ev’ry day must be ready to fight
Simply because they see you as a stray
But I see you in an untinted light
No hate because you have unkindly kin
I know that your heart isn’t dark as night
My shady, silken scout from shadows thin
And thus, as we watch each night and day end,
I only hope that you can be my friend.