The Way of Love

Who is this independent soul
that follows me around each day?
My even-tempered tabby cat,
who loves me in her silent way.

She never climbs upon my lap,
her terms are set... I do not beg;
She's just content to lie close by,
or gently brush against my leg.

In her own little kitty way,
I realize how she's taught me--
her love extends across the room
when I'm in her sweet company.

-- Written by --

Karen Davies
Orange, Ca