Baker’s Scarf, A purring TARDIS

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My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,

Tom Baker’s scarf, a woollen rainbow sprawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

 

 

Curls of whiskers frame his face, bespoke,
Green eyes gleam, Time Lord wisdom recalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.

 

 

Paws pad softly, ‘cross sheets white as chalk,
His weight, a comfort, as my fever crawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

 

 

Tail swishing, he chases foes unseen, no joke,
Sonic meows echo, Daleks appalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.

 

 

His velvet nose nuzzles, a gentle poke,
Whiskers tickle as closer he’s called.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

 

 

In sickness’s gloom, his presence evoked
Warmth and joy, my spirits overhauled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

 After an incredibly difficult and stressful month, I was ready for some self-care — but my body gave out. I dragged myself to bed and fell asleep. Later when I woke up — Badger, my new rescue cat, was waiting and ready to cheer me up! Cosplaying as my favourite Dr Who.

 

You never forget your first Doctor. 

 

With that inspiration, I decided to try a Villanette or two.