I met him first in the bright moonlight,
His figure was distinct,
T’was a lonely night, so I said “Hello,”
But not a sound from him.
He passed me by in the bright moonlight,
his figure clad in black.
I met him again on a wintry night,
I knew him at a glance.
I think he recognized me too,
For as he passed me by.
He brushed by my leg with a throaty purr,
And I knew I’d found a friend.
Simon is hooked on his own serial reality show—up and down the block. Peering into his favorite glass doors, he spies on Karmie and Randy eating their tuna dinner. Photo by Sara.