Emerald eyes.
You can find him padding around every nook and cranny of this earth, but when he’s up close, I can’t help but marvel at his unmarred beauty.
Cookies and cream and caramel coat.
When he’s curled up in my arms, I’m reminded that he is a gift of nature who shall always be regarded as such.
A tail made only of the softest clouds.
When I catch the grassy glint of his eyes in the winter sun, I imagine angels painting the work of art he’d become.
Tenacious talons beneath his toes.
When I feel him graze my shins in his rendition of a hug, my soul beams as I remember how blessed I am that he’s mine.

A quiet little companion nestled on the bed, he doesn’t know how well he heals me.
A steady spitfire in the stairwell, he’s just as inquisitive of me as I am of him.
Sometimes the faith in myself wavers, but I’ll slay any demon to ensure he’s happy and healthy.
Although he can’t tell me so, at least not in words, I hope he knows how loved he’ll forever be.

© Jaz Rogers