Aching from
The slow, hot fight
Against the day
Within
Without
Your hands on the muscles
Taut from action
Fingers against my fur
Don’t hold back
I am replenished by
The struggle
And the tension
I am quiet in my own way
And where I falter
I rise again in an instant
Harder, forged in the heat of
Feedback for my worth
Grows by contemplation
And appreciation
So attend to me
In touch and word,
The sun is fading and
We can watch the shadows
Wax by the hour.
