She comes to me, with eager tread, desiring my return.
The old routine, each day evolves, that both of us must learn.
Atop the post she deftly lands and murmurs fond affection.
I marvel at her agile grace, her clean, precise perfection.
She offers me unerring trust, lays curled around my shoulder.
Each day it grows, the mutual bond, I find her ever bolder.
My hand enveloped in soft, warm fur, content she is secure.
The boundaries of possession lost, does she belong to me or I to her?
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
She comes to me, with eager tread, desiring my return.
The old routine, each day evolves, that both of us must learn.
Atop the post she deftly lands and murmurs fond affection.
I marvel at her agile grace, her clean, precise perfection.
She offers me unerring trust, lays curled around my shoulder.
Each day it grows, the mutual bond, I find her ever bolder.
My hand enveloped in soft, warm fur, content she is secure.
The boundaries of possession lost, does she belong to me or I to her?