Cats may not be our servants
or our defenders,
but give us life.
Lying softly in laps, tuning their
heartbeats to our own,
singing away sorrow,
erasing the mind,
unravelling the day.
Sharing the empty dark.
Like flowers, inexhaustible in beauty.
Like flowers, most necessary –
in ways we scarcely understand.
Healers, Companions,
Mysteries.

PAM BROWN