The Cat
The Cat
It is late,
nearly half-past nine.
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud.
I need to buy another.
This one is a cat,
with eyes that move.
I do not think I like the way...
it looks at me,
in the dark,
in the night.
I reach over to the light,
and switch it off.
The black immediately surrounds me.
Yet I find...
I am not afraid.
He is with me.
The room is quiet,
and I can speak of the day,
I can open my heart,
and give Him my soul...
as I am safe.
Then I pray for my man,
and all those I love.
The days ahead are rough,
and...
full of thorns.
We need to remember,
there is yet, one last moment...
to share.
Waste it not.
Meow. (Amen.)
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