Steam swirls in a tiny cup, a cloud in mini size
You peek over the tabletop with caramel-colored eyes
I stir the day in circles, slow, a cozy little spell
Your tail draws punctuation—“!”—and everything is well
Soft steps, soft sound
We turn the whole room round
Teacup tippy-toes, tap-tap on the beat
Mint and honey melodies, wrapped around my feet
Sip the sweet, keep it neat, let the worries close
Teacup tippy-toes—where the warm light goes
Afternoon cartoon, you comment with a “mew”
I laugh like I forgot I had a million things to do
You sit beside my notebook like a plushie in disguise
And every little ordinary turns into a surprise
If the night gets chilly, we’ll make a blanket fort
In our tiny universe, joy is the only sport
