Mr. Nelson, a proper cat

spencerian sonnet about my feline compaion

Nelson is my furry fickle friend.
A sleek whisper of a feline prince.
following me about my office ends.
I’m enriched daily by your presence.
Faintly I hear you wine and wince
a sad rag darkening the back door
deceptively tuxedo clad mad minx.
glaring at me with a steady bore,
gone now completely past sore.
Reacting finally to the melancoly
I make my move toward the door.
Purring gleefully you race past me
speeding past on your wandering way
to see the awakening of the new day