In velvet hush of morning light,
She knows your scent, your steps, your might.
Not by name or mirror\u2019s grace,
But by the rhythm of your pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your voice\u2014a current, soft and low,
A lullaby she\u2019s come to know.
She reads your mood, your silent song,
Knows where you\u2019ve been, knows right from wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are the sun that warms her day, She watches close, she learns your ways, Yet not for duty, not for praise, To her, you\u2019re kin\u2014a chosen few, So when she purrs or steals your chair, -Mani<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In velvet hush of morning light,She knows your scent, your steps, your might.Not by name or mirror\u2019s grace,But by the rhythm of your pace. Your voice\u2014a current, soft and low,A lullaby she\u2019s come to know.She reads your mood, your silent … Continue reading
The hand that feeds, the place to stay.
A giant cat? Perhaps it\u2019s true\u2014
Who brings the feast and smells like you<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your rituals, your nights and days.
A glance, a jar, the jingle sound\u2014
She knows when tuna will abound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She lives her life in catlike haze.
She\u2019ll heed your call, if so inclined,
But only if it suits her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A creature kind, familiar, true.
She trusts you with her silent grace,
And marks her love upon your face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It means she sees you<\/em> truly there\u2014
Not just as master, friend, or guide,
But part of her, by her side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n