Sister Darling, of
The Rarified Church of the World (reformed),
Steps upon the dock of the Partridge Island Lighthouse.
My humble self (the Lighthouse keeper) awaits her,
As does Paw, the cat/kitten,
Black as Liquorice candy
With one white mitten.
I pondered tying a red riband
Around his neck, in celebration
Of the day.
But our cat/kitten is not as young
As he used to be,
And took umbrage at my attempt.
Still, he is young enough
– And spry enough –
And has memories enough,
To jump upon Sister Darling’s shoulder
And nestle in her hair.
And thus, we three climbed our way
To my Lighthouse Keepers house.
I have prepared a most wonderous fish stew,
Bubbling on the hob
(It even has lobster),
And, I have baked a pan of biscuits,
For her edification.
Sister Darling presents me with
A red envelope, wherein resides
(If I don’t miss my guess)
An embossed card to celebrate the day.
But,
Before I can open it,
She shoos Paw from her locks,
Opens wide her winter cloak,
And
“Oh, My!”
Our repast is threatened
To be delayed.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2025 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
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