“Soft” is the first thought
To enter the mind
when
Touch yields
sensations
Eyes hardly
perceive,
And weariness
withers as
One is inclined to
Feast on a
pleasure seldom achieved.
Gentle to fondle with
playful designs.
A purr or a whimper,
sniff or a taste,
The brush of a paw
Probes the level
of trust
Until all
apprehension
Is quietly
displaced.
Play begins almost
immediately
As laughter is
sure to ensue.
And for a brief
moment all fears disappear
And everything
feels bright and new.
And I am
transformed
And I am
delighted.
In fact, you might
say I am thoroughly smitten
And no type of
therapy
Offers more
promise than to
Play with a puppy
or kitten.
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