MY CAT

The fog of pain surrounds me,

cutting away at my slim thread of hope;

My aloneness is another pang inside me,

as I am whithering away.

Then through the fog,

I feel a warm touch;

a soothing purr from my cat,

as she crawls along my bed of despair;

She sniffs it out,

knowing she is needed

responds to each ache,

to each lost hope

and gives back the essence of herself

- warm, secure,

in no hurry to leave,

knowing that I

need her presence.

Dauntless is she,

this creature of moods by nature,

Determined to hold fast by my side

maybe she remembers the milk I gave her,

or maybe she is a part

of some Divine Plan

To fill a void left painfully bare.

I do not care -

She has caused me to lift my head

and move my arms,

and become alive again;

I am no longer alone.

The pain and the fear of it

fall away as we snuggle,

each to the other,

healing as we go.....

B.J. McCall

l/14/92