He comes in and looks at me, br His dark face more beautiful than my own. br His gold slit eyes are set in black silk- br Below them a puff of white on his chin. br br He speaks to me, br His voice like the song of a trio of birds- br I've heard his song in my dreams, br Lulling me in it's warmth and beauty. br br He touches me- br His warm paw like the wing of an angel. br I am comforted; br Soothed by his protection and grace.