There once was a cat, who seemed out of sight,
We thought he had vanished into the night.
But he was right there, in his cozy little den,
Breathing in rosin and dreaming again.
He sniffed the rosin like it was a bloom,
Then ate till he felt like he'd swallowed the moon.
Now he sleeps soundly, in his secretive space,
Dreaming of soldering with a smile on his face.
So worry not, our cat's here to stay,
He just needed some warmth, in his own little way.
In the scent of rosin and a belly so full,
He found his peace, our sleepy-eyed soul.