For My Cat

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.

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