The sugar glider sits perched on my shoulder,

Chirping soft songs in my ear,

Each new syllable making me warmer,

Taking with it my fear.

Though quick I may move,

Still there she sits.

What have I to prove?

"Nothing more" She admits.

A quick sigh of relief,

I take us to the room.

Sitting there an emphatic sloth bearing teeth,

Smiling feeling no doom.

"How goes your day?"

He asks the purring cat and chirping glider,

"And wont you please stay?"

Both nod to agree hardly saying a word.

The time passes quiet,

Till slowly the sloth leaves,

"Stay here while breakfast I get"

As we concur wider more his smile weaves.



I cross my paws in front of me,

And lay my head down to relax.

The glider crawls slow into my neck,

Taking joy from the warmth she collects.

So soft her movements they comfort you see,

The sweetest of lullabies her touch.

"Anything better has never been dreamed,

So simple a thing is so much!"

Enter the sloth with morsels in hand,

The sleepy scene he permits.

He puts on some music to help us two rest,

Of this he never laments.



Dreary eyed we wake the cat and the glider,

Purring and stretching the same.

Never more happy that to wake up beside her,

Those moments they keep me so sane.