Treasure

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.