
My fingers slide over her fur
Soft as silk and warm to the touch
She purrs her song of contentment
And I am comforted by her tunes
My companion and often my anchor
Love not earned yet freely bestowed
She presses her little body against my leg
Curls up there, lazy and comfortable
As I stroke her coat of fur
Snow flakes swirl outside the window pane
And I too am content, peaceful
Grateful for this divine gift
This little cat that fills me with delight