Friday, 28 December 2012

Love Unconditional

 She never asks a question,
And yet, she's always there,
Her love is unconditional.
Her love is always fair.

She has no sense of reason,
The time, she cannot tell,
But for rising and retiring,
These times she knows quite well.

And then of course, there's supper,
She knows she'll get a snack,
Five fingertips of butter
Helps keep her coat gloss black.

When beads of light are dancing
On ceiling or on wall,
She'll jump so high to catch them,
But never will she fall.

She loves to have her comfort,
Security and heat,
When waking in the morning,
She's curled up, 'round my feet.

Someone to share your problems,
A listing ear to bend,
How could I live without her?
My little feline friend.