murmur of whispers

"Murmur of Whiskers”

In pre–dawn hush 

you pad across linoleum— 

soft paws tracing the map 

              of my half–dreams. 

                Your quiet breath 

becomes a tethered prayer, 

stitching ragged edges 

of my nightly fears. 

              No need for words: 

your calm is the benediction 

       that steadies my pulse 

before the world awakes.

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