I see her as I cross the bridge homeward

Her coal-black fur a void against the stars

She stands and stretches forward

Meeting my outstretched hand

With her whiskered face

A purr of appreciation greets me

Hello, sweet girl

It’s a bit cold to be waiting here

She gives me a look, as if to say

This is what we do, this is our way

She is right, of course

And comes willingly into my arms

Riding on my shoulders

As we continue our journey

Across the bridge and through the moonlit trees

Until we reach the light of home.