A black cat purred at my feet

One October Eve on Mayflower Street

Circling ‘round my legs with her powderpuff tail

While I quickly sorted through the mail

The tag on her collar tinkled and chimed

The engraved name Roxy glinted and shined

Just as I was distracted by the flyer in my hand

For the missing person, Roxy Hanahan

I peered at the black cat purring at my feet

Then back at the photo on the mail sheet

It wasn’t her eyes that captivated me

But her pendant stating Roxy was all I could see

“Oh, dear Roxy, could it be?”

A determined “Meow” answered me