The Hero And The Cat - Poem by Czarina Matviyko
Every legend has a start,
every hero has the one
who believes in him with all their heart
through every challange, hard or fun.
Not for all the glimmering stars
do these two break
what even Death not mars.
Their lives depend, as do their sakes
upon the other's kinderd grace, which both do give, and think it naught,
except for that one grateful face
for which they would have gladly fought.
To Each his own,
to each his own best friend,
who from the start with you has grown,
and every day has shown a helping hand,
a voice to sound when yours is dead,
a hand or two to guide through life,
a grip not strong, but kind instead,
outlasting every sort of strife.
But no, not my good better half, my twin.
He is mute, and never says a word to me,
and won my loyal heart, and made me grin
at all the things he does, because he does not see
the world through human eyes
and does not comprehend the war, nor A from B.
In this way, when I am sad, he cries,
and when I'm done, the look he gives makes me laugh so joyfully.
Oh yes, his purr is deep and warm, his fur is soft;
he only lives for here and now,
and even though he hates to swim, he keeps my boat aloft.
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