In the quiet corners of our lives,
They curl up, gentle and warm,
Whiskers twitching in dreams unseen,
Guardians of our silent storms.
With eyes that speak in silent prose,
They watch over our restless nights,
Paws that pad through the echoes,
Turning shadows into light.
Through fields of green and skies of blue,
Their laughter dances in the breeze,
A friendship bound by simple truths,
In moments that the heart believes.
In every wag and purr and call,
They mend the spaces time has torn,
For in their presence, love is all,
A bond that no heart can adorn.