There's a fridge filled with food.
It's fresh, not a bit rotten.
She cooks for me, she takes the time.
So that I'm filled before I'm starving.
After dinner they all sit
and do their quiet things,
but in a cozy way.
I'm happy to be in between them
once in a while.
Sometimes they cuddle.
She cuddles me a lot,
she knows how much I crave it.
I have never heard her yell.
She walks with me when I leave,
so that she knows I'm safe.
She's the safest place I've ever been.