the one i come home to is puck

a sleepy fellow, all curled up and warm gentle and quiet, everlasting luck encased in gloom, i am stuck

but feeling his presence of which i adore the one i come home to is puck

when my heart is in a ruck

he sits on my chest, sensing forlorn gentle and quiet, everlasting luck

my constant, he’s always stuck

all this time, i could not have sworn

the one i come home to is puck sometimes humans suck

but in a way, he’s always charmed

gentle and quiet, everlasting luck

this cat is the one i love

he cascaded into my life with warmth the one i come home to is puck


gentle and quiet, everlasting luck