My Little Star

Zvezda, a feline with grace divine,

Grey as the Russian winter's sky in line,

Her right eye blind, the left one sight askew,

But beauty in her form is ever true.

Her purr, a gentle hum of lullaby,

Melodious, it lulls the listener's sigh,

Her fur, soft as the finest winter snow,

Her touch, so gentle, as the winds that blow.

Her scent, a subtle note of love and care,

A fragrance, like the dew, so pure and fair,

It fills the heart with warmth and pure delight,

As Zvezda's name sparks hope and love in sight.

Her name, a star that shines so bright above,

A symbol of the heavens and their love,

As Zvezda's eyes, though only one can see,

Shine like a star, so bright and full of glee.

Zvezda, a feline with grace divine,

A true reminder that beauty's ever fine,

For though her sight is partially askew,

Her soul and grace are always ever true.