In the heart of the city’s endless hum,
Walks a kitten, to the morning’s strum.
Dressed in tiny suit and tie, so neat,
With weary paws and little sleepy feet.

Holds a briefcase, small and fine,
Sips from a cup, the day’s first sign.
The sun peeks o’er buildings tall and grand,
As it makes its way through the urban land.

“Another day,” it seems to sigh,
With a heavy heart and a tired eye.
Yet, in its gaze, a spark does dwell,
Of dreams and tales, it yearns to tell.

In the office hustle, a soft meow sings,
Amidst the phones and the fax machines’ rings.
A small but mighty presence, it does keep,
In the land of papers, a leap so deep.

So here’s to the kitten, in its office chair,
Braving the grind with unparalleled flair.
A reminder that no matter how small or slight,
Within us all, burns a valiant light.