Officer Harry is courteous, efficient, and a good role model.
Harry the cat is a fine officer,
and he polices the Senior Center
with vigor, with feline finesse, watching
for newcomers, setting a good example.
Harry does not wear a gun nor a badge
yet is the law nonetheless; his soft purr
enforces all to pet him on his head.
Sometimes his stakeout is the table shelf
where he listens to the social worker
and those of us who happen to be near.
Harry stalks the halls purring, courteous
yet diligent in enforcing the law.
He knows of mice and keeps them under guard,
and often will attend the senior sew
where balls of yarn escape him not at all.
Harry remains the long arm of the law,
a feline well-mannered and shirt-pin neat
except when lounging on the tan futon
awaiting someone to brush his gray coat.
He followed me once, Officer Harry,
almost to the loo partway down the hall.
When I came out, he was there like a cop
eyeing me to make sure I did not speed
perhaps, or maybe Harry needed me
to attend him as he politely purred.
Oh law-enforcement feline, do you know
how good your reputation seems to be?
You benefit others who wear the badge
yet you do not don the accoutrements
of all the men and women dressed in blue.
I saw him once leave all his pride aside
and roll over on his back, playing dead,
then bat a piece of string with one swift paw.
How cool it is an officer would be
a playful paragon yet still in charge!
The word got out, and thus Harry is known
by young and old alike throughout the town;
the Senior Center’s safe as Scotland Yard.
Despite the outside winds and purple rain,
it’s Harry who’s the model for the police.
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