Shedpuss rests in grateful ease on the mat that rests my knees:
She starts to run when in I come, but stops and looks when I say “Humm”!
And when I say “You need not go”, she says “Miaouw, so you’re no foe!”
Soon she’s round my ankles, purring; some garden tasks she’s now deferring.
Shedpuss mewed around our door, as though to enter she’d adore:
At windows she looked in with longing: “Inside there I feel belonging”!
Once she crept into the house, causing wife to loudly grouse.
Then she looked surprise and doubt: “Am I in or am I out?”