Curled, at a sighing peace
In a black and white ball,
At rest, her soul in silent flight
Carries strings of stars aloft.
But she notices not the Earth, or
What surrounds her fluffy form,
For she has all the warmth
And comfort she will need.
A family full of love is
Waiting for her this morning…
For a playful knock on a door
And a sharp mew for a snuggle.
When morning comes in fiery wonder,
She calls through the tangerine wind –
“I am with you, friend, always,”
Purring in wild delight.