He purrs with soft and delicate breath,
the sound like the comfort of a warm breeze,
and his tail still as his mind on adventures afar,
lands and hunts removed from domestic life.
Like a ball of fleece, all wound,
his legs tucked neatly within,
with tiger-like striations that mark of his ancestry,
and his proud lion face my most precious adoration.
He of my pride, me of his,
we lay as one on a quilted plush bed,
the rise and fall of breath in time to life’s beating,
and deep this sleep, his paws upon my hands.
Entwined in comfort, a place of belonging,
we share life with conviction, loyalty,
and he means to me more than any friend,
for his unconditional love is clear.
His conversation is active and bold,
demands made for all his needs,
yet for this my sacrifice,
he gives far more in return.
My Beast is my companion, my dearest friend,
and for all his conversation and dissent,
he will always make amends, as guilt he feels,
when moods take him on away paths.
And in the end he is mine, my connection,
and we are inseparable, as one,
because he chooses me and no-one else
to be that one gift in life, a forever friend.
Tony DeLorger © 2017