Sunday, January 1, 2017

Ball Of Fuzz 1-1-17



I stared in vain through window pane
as I was on my own.
And lonely I, would sometimes cry
as I sat here alone.

The wind was wild and snow had piled
up high on window sill.
Yet I was warm despite the storm,
despite infrequent chill.

My eyes in blur, saw something stir.
I raced outside to see.
It was a sight.  I held it tight
and said, "You're safe with me."

So cold she was.  I know because
she shivered for an hour.
Sad eyes were blue and hungry too.
She drank, though milk was sour.

Then trusting she, laid down on me -
curled tightly in my lap.
So soft her fur and quiet purr.
She took a prolonged nap.

As seasons came, she was the same -
so tame, so loving, swell.
And so it was, I know because
my mem-ry serves me well.

She was a friend right to the end
and trusting as could be.
Though snow had blown, the sun once shone
on ball of fuzz and me.

I stare in vain through window pane.
Again, I'm on my own.
And lonely I, will sometimes cry
as I sit here alone.

©2017 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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