Like a full moon, his topaz eyes set deep,
The gentle face of my pale cat hangs low
Near mine. I cannot see him as I sleep,
But start to stir as, coming up from slow
Dreaming, I sense his gentle presence there.
Reaching to touch the beige and silken fur,
I see reflected in his eyes, a stare
Full of affection. Soon a steady purr
Comes rumbling, deep, to show me his concern,
And then relief that I am now awake.
What did he think, I’d taken a bad turn?
No matter – he was watching, for my sake;
A beast whose feelings, sensibilities
Are finer than the average, it would seem.
All night he watches. Who knows what he sees—
Or if we walk together, in my dream?