I am the one they call Archangel,
In my ancient land of birth.
And only those who are loved by me,
Will understand my worth.
I’m the clown prince of the Russians,
I’m a leaping playful fool.
I’m understated beauty,
your home is where I rule.
With fur of liquid silver,
a living moving dream.
My eyes have wisdom beyond the known,
Buried in vibrant green.
I’m every cat you’ve ever loved,
I’ve been born here just for you.
So never forget the perfect cat,
The Elegant Russian Blue.
Written for Barishka by Carolyn Kane.
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