because it doesn’t fall
as the rain
because it doesn’t move
as a weather-vane
because it sits still –
as a cardinal on my windowsill
because I can’t reach it
as I can’t the stars
because it isn’t near to me
it’s very far
because it isn’t naked
as an infant in birth
because it means more to me
than anything of monetary worth
because what it does with its tongue
is sing out sweet words
because it’s never seen my bed
yet stayed with me
over again
a faithful companion