A Slave Am I
A Slave Am I
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
At the break of dawn, just before light,
from deepest sleep I awake with fright.
My alarm it whales in mournful tones,
my body trembles from reality unknown.
When vision clears and morning beckons,
I rise shakily and explore my prison.
I feed that noise, the cell doors open,
and retire to bed somehow to cope.
But when I rise he waits outside,
silent, patient, my soul resides.
My shadow remains throughout my day,
his loving presence a price to pay.
Demands and company, loving scenes,
of adoration, capture and selfless gleans.
Outside we explore the garden grand,
each leaf and petal touched by hand.
Each fragrance smelt, each vision seen,
side by side we imbibe life’s dream.
Then in peace of night and together in plight,
drifting sleep and snuggled right.
The warmth of connection a guiding light,
in lives woven with threads so tight.
My friend, my soul, my surrendered companion,
forever true and forever demanding.
A shadow by day and a pillow at night,
an alarm in the morning and a master of right.
My home is his, and he is mine,
you’d think that I’d be the master sublime.
But for him, his perceptions are rather removed,
for he is my CAT, my friend and my brood.
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