The Listener
By Evelyn C
The Listener sees all
The ruler of his kingdom, a king over all
Yet the Listener is small, insignificant
To all but I, for he is but a twig in a boundless forest
Yet the Listener is greater than the whole forest together
For the points at the tips of his ears
To the coat as soft as the fur of a young rabbit
Covering him wholly
And the eyes of the Listener
The dark, neverending abyss
Tell me of the past
The Listener is my comfort, caressing
The skin, a breath of spring breeze
Sunlight peeking between ashen clouds
But the Listener will not tell
Why will he not impart of those memories I cannot recall?
Still, the Listener will not speak
He has never done, and never will
He will forever listen