Habitation

I celebrate poetic sight,  
Which is more, by much, than carrots give  
For what else lets my mind take flight  
And live just like it wants to live?  
It flits carefree from page to page  
Turning through every dusty tome  
Which decorates the modest cage  
I like to call my midnight home.  
Nearby is where the cat will snooze  
Or purr whenever it is stroked  
As I'm watching unwelcome news  
Of humans getting too soon croaked.  
Therefore I think I've got it good  
And happily I shelter here  
Within a standard neighborhood  
Where nothing seems to interfere  
Betwixt a poet and his muse  
And where all the coursings they partake  
Show only love the hidden ruse  
These aging lovers undertake,  
And although time takes a daily toll  
Just what else might true lovers do  
But linger in a protocol  
That if we could we would renew.  
And so I ask for nothing more
Then to endorse more tranquil times  
When poets may still more adore  
Their lovely muse with surplus rhymes!  
Then someday I will reminisce  
When we are painfully old  
That heaven was on nights like this,  
And true love can't be oversold!