The digital desk clock winks at me.
The doorbell chimes a tune.
Its ringing sings, “You’re not alone.”
I hear the racket of a key,
So fancy free
That turning key.
What joy to think that I’ll say soon,
“My Kitten’s home!”

The door draws back. Light frolics in.
Who’s there? I think I’ll guess.
But what appears is too well known:
An impish face with girlish grin.
The sun rays spin.
I look again.
What joy to see such loveliness!
My Kitten’s home!

I pounce on her like a wildcat will
And grasp her like a treat.
Her eyes shine bright. Our love has grown.
I kiss and kiss and kiss her still.
Oh, what a thrill
To love my fill!
What joy to know my life’s complete:
My Kitten’s home!
My Kitten’s home!
My Kitten’s home!

For Katherine Lynne Wheeler, my beloved finacée and almost wife
December 10, 2007

First published on Objectivist Living here.