(Not) so poetry

Matt and Patt

Matt is a massive black and orange Tom.

Dispise his appearance, he is quite calm.

Patt is orangish white.

She's very active even during the night.

Patt had a home to live in.

Where she was born and has been.

Her home was in the city.

There were alley cats whom she had pitty.

Matt was a loner.

Then he saw her.

To talk he didn't have the courage.

Though his heart may surge.

Patt saw the ally tom staring.

She wandering how he was faring.

"Hello" she shouted.

Matt ran scared and pouted.

Patt sat confused.

Matt didn't want no more time to loose.

He kept coming back.

His voice he lack.

Patt took a liking to the cat.

There on the windowceil she sat.

He finally got courage one day.

He knew exactly what to say.

"Hello pretty she-cat whom I see every night.

I speak not but aww at your sight.

Truth to say,

When I see you everyday,

I love you!

Do you to? 

Patt gave him a smile,

A loving style,

"What's your name?"

"Matt" he shuffled his paws in shame.

"Your the weirdest ally cat I've ever met, 

but yet.....

You are interesting.

Would like to come into my nesting?"

"Yes. Thank you"he said.

Matt dipped his head.