Angel in Disguise

Homeless and wandering little lad
Weary of body but tuxedo clad.
Little Ollie who came from nowhere
Drenched in snow with bugs in his hair.

His strength wavered and body brittle
But his heart suffered not from being little.
He’s never been angry nor discontent
Because he’s too happy now to resent.

Mustached mouth and acts like a dog
And always by my side he will jog.
A cuddler to death and loving to boot
Yet we found him all covered in soot.

An angel of a cat who appeared from mist
My best friend in the world, Oliver Twist.