Treasure
By Shaelyn-May A
[not published yet]
The warm touch of her fur
keeping you calm and still
how I treasure her.
All trouble, just a blur
keeping you calm, her only skill
the warm touch of her fur.
Everything so silent, like a cat’s purr
she makes you feel better on days you’re ill, how I treasure her.
People start to tease you, nothing but a slur your world no longer seems small as krill, the warm touch of her fur.
When fast asleep there’s no need to stir
the amount of your courage, big as a hill
you know that you’re safe.
Not sure what you’d do without her
no feeling of cold not even a chill,
The warm touch of her fur,
how I treasure her.