By Meriem Cherif 

Frolicking among the tufts of grass

The feline drifts in and out of sight

A perfect blend of class and sass

With black fur like the darkest night

He watches the garden with utmost care

To prevent the squirrels from getting near

All it takes is his stone cold stare

To make all the critters disappear

Taking breaks from garden patrol

The feline lazes on a chair 

His daily duties have taken a toll

So he dozes off to rest and repair

Although each day brings the same routine

The feline takes his work in stride

Because, with time the cat has seen

That his true happiness comes from inside