She came not walking, but pirouetting in,
A velvet whisper wrapped in skin.
A voice like bells—sweet, not meek—
She knows what she wants, and she’s quick to speak.
Treats. Attention. A rub. A gaze.
And just when you pause, she ups her daze.
She weaves her demands with charm so sly,
You laugh, give in—and don’t ask why.
She’s a monkey in a feline suit,
With ballerina leaps and stealthy pursuit.
Chases socks like holy prey,
Dribbles trinkets the football way.
Makeup? Jewelry? She’s on the case.
A true connoisseur of style and grace.
Hair ties vanish—don’t look around—
They’ve met their queen, and they’ve been crowned.
Oh but a sneeze! A chair leg’s shift!
A ghostly draft, a curtain’s drift—
And off she leaps in mid-air fright,
A poofy blur lost to the night.
Then back she comes, without a care,
Rolling over, soft and rare—
Glass-like sheen and silken thread,
With dreams of chaos in her head.
She cuddles close, then strikes a pose,
A diva wrapped in fur and prose.
She sings to socks, she makes you grin,
She melts your armor from within.
Akira, joy on dancing toes,
You teach me more than wisdom knows:
To chase, to leap, to sing, to dare—
To live with zest, and deeply care.
Each day you give is pure delight,
A tiny sunbeam wrapped in night.
And oh—how blessed I am to be
The one you chose to share your spree.
Thank you, darling, fierce and free,
For choosing this short life with me.
For laughter, love, and heart’s release—
My silken sprite. My soul’s bright peace.
-Mani