Night

Outside, the night is dark and long

The day so very far away

Night is a time when regrets abound

And whispers slink through the shadows

A time when loneliness and despair

Strike without warning

When fears and worries rise

Howling in the hollows of the heart

And all feels lost

Tears fall, unheeded

Into a mire of doubt making every movement harder

There is no fighting this

No use, no point

So why even try anyway?

Suddenly, a warm weight alights

Covered in fur and full of quiet mischief

Kneading and purring

Looking up with slitted eyes and blinking, slowly

Then settling

A tight round mound occupying much more space than logically conceivable

Rendering movement impossible

And knowing this

Still purring

Regal in manner and definite in demands

This is the way of things

I am yours, but you are mine

When I choose it to be so

And I choose it to be so

Now

A smile of surrender

And a sigh

There is no fighting this

No use, no point

And who would want to anyway?

Outside, the night is dark and long

The day so very far away

But night is a time when mysteries abound

And secrets slip through the shadows

A time when loneliness and despair may

Strike without warning

And fears and worries lash out

In desperation

But hope prowls the darkness too, and love

Lying in wait, unheeded

Until the moment when they can pounce

And play

Unexpected, unannounced

In the warmth of belonging

And the purr of a cat

Called Night