Who is Sylvia? Just a cat
Infesting my domain;
Master put out the welcome mat,
Declared her chatelaine,
Despite my urgent caveat.
Which proved, I own, groundless at best;
Our Syl’s a gentle queen,
Instructs us all in peaceful rest,
Is very seldom seen
Or heard, and always self-possessed.
Such qualities, in a word, define
A feline sui generis:
Submit you to her rule benign,
Make her your Polaris,
Just don’t forget that she is mine.
