Panther-like, he keeps his pace,
Subdued with inborn feline grace.
Responsive to the slightest touch,
Loved by us - so very much.
Magic Cat.

His spirit of such princely form,
Hyperborea his native home,
Where ice and snow alone prevail.
There he rules -- and here as well.
Magic Cat.

Merlin, named for magic lore,
Survived when others went before.
Gentle nature and regal stance;
Held you with the merest glance.
Magic Cat.

Oh, Magic Cat, how can it be
That you have gone away?
A treasure sleeping on our bed,
A guardian by day.
Magic Cat.

So radiant those topaz eyes
So comforting and wise.
How can it be that you have gone
We ask, amid our sighs?
Oh, Magic Cat.

With tail just tipped with white.
A fitting wand for any mage,
A fitting wit for any sage,
We’ll miss you day and night . . .
Dear Magic Cat.

-- Mirabel