Our cat's keep us safe from not only rodents of all particular's , but also from the invisible
strange and terrible things that cannot be allowed to take hold or go unchecked.
These unseen terrors stalk the woods , sleep and breed with spiders and lay upon our pillows and mattress's and await that moment when sleep leaves us unguarded .
Then from the abomination of their unholy union ,nightmares and illness to us are then born.
Our feline allies see Those hiding things,
and without pity dispatch them from this realm back from whence they came .
From ancient times Bastet and her kind have been guardian to our unaware yet vulnerable Sleeping souls .
The Feles purr is not just a sound of contentment ‘no it is so much more it's rhythm and frequency locates any threat from their quarry that may lerk invisible for us,
A resounding that resonates in perfect pitch with our own frequency and manifest as calm within us.
These noble creatures are capable of speech you know
but have really nothing to say because unless prompted humans tend only to talk to their cats and never listen back .
I see that guardianship with which their kind humbly lay around us , I feel comfort that comes from their presence.
I smile with appreciation when my cat sits upon or beside me , purring ,guarding ,keeping me safe from those strange and terrible things .
Copyright © Simon King | Year Posted 2020
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