Who knows my dark days of despair,
When slumped defeated in my chair,
With life around me so dread with pain,
A bedraggled fox, holed in his lair.
Who does not know the hurtful thoughts
If brain would stop all thinking.
Breathing shallow and aware of it
I know that I am sinking!
Something touched my arm so gently,
So warm and tender and with feeling.
My lovely cat with eyes so caring,
Sensing all my need for healing.
Peter Frederick © 2007