Tales and Tails

Eight little ferals, playful and sweet,
Each with a name that makes them unique.

Tinks is curious, quick on her feet,
Ace is brave, with mischief to meet.

Theodore watches, so gentle and fair,
Shadowy whiskers belong to Bear.

Rocky is sturdy, he’s bold through and through,
Snowy-white MJ has mischief to do.

Bane is a rascal, with spark in his eyes,
While Stubby brings laughter with tiny surprise.

Together they tumble, together they play,
Eight little ferals, brightening each day.

Tinks whispers gently, “Tell us what you adore—
A memory, a moment, a dream to explore.”

Ace leans in closer, “Don’t be shy, take your chance,
Share the song in your soul, or the joy of a dance.”

Theodore smiles, “What warms up your days?
Write it in words, in your own special ways.”

Bear says with courage, “Your voice has its place,
The world needs your story, your love, and your grace.”

Rocky is playful: “Tell us things that inspire,
The sparks in your heart, the flames of desire.”

MJ nods kindly: “It’s your turn to be heard,
No tale is too small, no thought too absurd.”

Bane adds with promise: “We’ll listen, we’ll care—
Your treasures are precious, please choose to share.”

Stubby concludes, “So gather, dear friends,
Your writings, your passions, where heart never ends.
Together our voices will weave, line by line,
A chorus of love, both yours and mine.”