Fur-Baby

A poem

A precious life held in my hands Gentle, little baby A fur of gold and brown ascend His body sleeps and dreams He snores and purrs, unconscious boy So cute, his whiskers twitch I watch him dream and hope and pray His life will be rich

Daily prayers I give up scared I’ll lose him to some disaster But each day he learns new games And gets a little faster Little one, my fur-baby son Stay close, don’t wander far My love extends, with this I send Protection from my heart

Sarah E. Sturgis 2020

This poem is dedicated to my cat, Tyrion. He’s my fur-baby son and I love him dearly! My life is rich, full of fun and silly times with this sweetheart. If you have a fur-baby of your own, share with me a story about your life with him/her. Maybe you want to brag about your fur-baby or have a funny story. I’d love to hear your stories! :)

If you’re looking for something to read, here’s another piece I wrote recently!