As liquid as a shadow
Warm and soft as silk
She loves me without question
All for food and a dish of milk.
An ear rotates to noise
But doesn’t warrant breaking sleep
She guards me from her slumber
Devotion, pure and deep.
When I feel the chill within
And depression clouds my view
She becomes a second skin
And sticks to me like glue.
She waits for me each evening
Purring warm as I arrive
With a look of pure contentment
That says she’s glad I am alive
I tell her that she’s lucky
To have a kindly soul like me
She rubs her whiskers on my face
I think that she agrees.