In this fair garden
Wayfaring souls come and go
For a moment of respite
Far from the harsh city lights
That glare like a predator's gaze
Far from the vast sea of legs
That obscure the way back home
Far from the strewn rubbish scraps
Remnants of wasteful human life
Instead
Soft breeze
Fresh grass
Supple meals
A second home
Companionship
And the kindest of hearts at the helm
In this fair garden
Cats of all colours
Creeds
Callings
Can rest at ease
And one day
Show their new friend
That they appreciate their efforts
To take them from the
Chaos
Carnage
Volatility
And restore a little
Calm
Quiet
Safety
As the night shrouds the garden in its blanket
A cat finds a soft spot
Stretches, sinks down
And for once
Feels at rest.
