Scruffy

It sits
Watching. Waiting. Willing.

Its lengthy cotton ears, soft as a subtle smile
Falling in front of its eyes like a barrier
Preventing sight. Preventing sound

Its legs itched to run, itched to jump
But it stayed always still, like a lone soldier keeping guard
Silent. Unmoving.

Its skin was ridged with tears past
Repaired with rough stitching, leaving ragged scars
They gave it character. Gave it meaning.

Sunlight whispered through the windows
Projecting onto its small face
Its faded fur glowing from the nimble rays
Providing warmth. Providing light.

It knew its purpose
To provide security, like an unchanging comfort
Always waiting.

Always waiting.

She returns.