Black stream flowing over me
Nudging for some play
A glimpse into the darkness
Sweat ink drop she be may
Plucked from the night
Yet so elegantly fragile
Soft tickles as she bushes past
The waves so agile
So comforting is her waters
Yet leaving is the worst part
When broken in two
Left for so long
The water has lost her stance
Months grow longer
All thought is dipping
Back to the black ink
Those long days have past
Searching for a taste
The water had grown so thin
Sweet ripples returned at last
Racing to my calling
The water seemed to attack
Finally returned at last
To my sweet, kitty cat
