Blackjack, my cat, so sleek and sly, 

With emerald eyes that pierce the sky. 

A shadow that glides on silent feet, 

Finding the sun's warmth, a place to retreat. 


He prowls like a king, his kingdom vast, 

Each flick of his tail a spell he’s cast. 

On midnight rooftops, he claims his throne, 

A phantom that roams, yet never alone. 


Then there's Heman, my loyal knight, 

A heart of gold, a beacon of light. 

With bounding steps and endless cheer, 

He chases the wind, the world sincere. 


His bark, a song, a call to play, 

Guarding our home, come what may. 

A gentle soul in a furry guise, 

Devotion shines in his honest eyes. 


They dance like day and night combined, 

Two spirits, in fate entwined. 

Blackjack, the mystery, Heman, the flame, 

Opposites bound by love’s sweet name. 


Together they roam, a curious pair, 

One in the shadows, one in the air. 

In their own language, they understand, 

A friendship forged, unplanned yet grand. 


So here they stay, my heart’s delight, 

Blackjack and Heman, day and night. 

A duo unmatched, a bond so true, 

My little family, my cherished two.