Pre Dawn Nocturn

Just before dawn, gloom thickly laid around your head. A time when heroes are at their weakest, when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes, where lions hunt inside a narrowing sliver of night. The suffering and ill at ease feel a crawling flesh drag itself over their minds. Then perhaps, a green-eyed tabby cat leaps onto your chest. You relax into its soft purring. Then the light slips naked and fresh through drawn drapes seeking a heart to love.