My Little Puss

Wool like a bluey-black sky, when it's almost dark
Peachy pink nose, pale pink ears.
White patch on her face, orange glaring eyes.
I remember her stories,
The places she has seen and been.
The ships, the planes, the countries.
From England to Australia,
From the Pacific to the Indian Ocean,
Niseko, Dubai, Brisbane,
And many, many more.
My mum gave it to my dad,
Before he left on the ship as a captain.
He took it everywhere with him,
And now I do.
My mum and dad gave it to me one day,
It now comes on all my travels,
Everywhere I go.
She smells of home, and sits on my pillow,
And I will never let her out of my sight.