My Companion

LibbyLane

Soft and furry

You tend to scurry

Afraid of loud noises

You run in a hurry

Always so delicate your little white socks

You are always so gentle as your round body rocks

As you get the intense urge to zoom

I can often find you sunbathing in my room.

As you kneed the dough of my thighs

I think about myself being alive

I can't even image a day without you here by my side.

I still think about how lucky I was that you picked me,

Regardless of how scared you were to come out of that cat tree.

A companion for me.

A companion for you.

We met on that fated day, just us two.

  • Author: Libby Lane (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2022 10:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Originally written November 20th, 2022 about one of my cat.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14
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  • Paul Bell

    I think it was fate.
    Glad the cat is your mate.



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