little drops

go pitter-pat

and the liquid sounds

are coming slipping all around

but I am

a still animal

hiding in the forest

Because as I

slow my breathing

and try not to twitch

I must remember to keep in mind

that I lay here

guarding my princess dear

and trying not

to move a paw

so her sleep may continue

ont the

cloud I put her

Fiesta love

fuzzy blanket

orange rain