Curled up together, we silently lie
me, and him – Misha, the sweet child of mine
I can hear the beating of his feline heart
knowing that no one could tear us apart.
I breathe in his smell, listen to his sounds
his delicate paws, his head, small and round.
My hand on his chest, I feel how he breathes
What do you dream of, in your peaceful sleep?
his purring – a comforting
Puts me to sleep, with its sweet harmonies.
When the day comes, I wake up calm and free
And that’s how we live, my Misha and me.