A Poem for Pablo

Lately, Jeter Harris' brother Mickey Mantle and Chairman Mao's sister Marilyn Monreow have been leaving poems for each other. I think that this is a great idea and that Pablo should also have a poem. So I scoured the internet for a poem that made me think of Pablo and here is it:
The Cat of the House

Over the hearth with my 'minishing eyes I muse; until after
the last coal dies.
Every tunnel of the mouse,
every channel of the cricket,
I have smelt,
I have felt
the secret shifting of the mouldered rafter,
and heard
every bird in the thicket.
I see you
Nightingale up in the tree!
I, born of a race of strange things,
of deserts, great temples, great kings,
in the hot sands where the nightingale never sings!

Ford Madox Ford

I hope he likes it! I haven't seen Pablo around for a while. He must be very busy with business for his company, Pablo Enterprises or his football team, the West Hobart Tigers. Or perhaps Kate is off on a research project again. I miss him.