We raised it well with kindness
Catered for its many needs;
Held it closely in our arms
And carefully did feed.

It started as an infant
Nurtured ’til it grew so strong
Placed in a good enclosure
So that nothing could go wrong.

At times we would release it
And it curled about our feet
Forever choose forgive it
If it sat upon our seat.

Then back into encloure
There reside in happy state
When leaving time’s upon us
We depart both good and late.

Tomorrow is a new day,
Quickly little friend return.
Waiting for us patiently,
Such friendship we’d not spurn.

Huddling near to idle
Rubbing closely at the door
Hoping we would feed it soon
Sweet little metaphor.

© G. Burns 15-May-2012