In Glen Park, where city views embrace, Ray turns ninety with a steadfast grace. His wife, Kay, leads her walking troupe, Through hills where fog and sunlight loop. Fergus the cat, with eyes aglow, Prowls Laidley Street, taking it slow, In this haven of laughter and song, Where opera and fine wines belong. Their home, a beacon, for friends to share, With joyous gatherings in the evening air. A lifetime of love, laughter, and cheer, In San Francisco's heart, they hold dear.