At first he was a trembling blur,
Small heart wrapped tight in fear,
Quick teeth, a flinch at every sound,
A world too sharp, too near.
Each step I took cast heavy doubt,
My hand a looming sky,
He bit and hid, not out of spite,
But fear that wouldn't lie.
So I went slow and learned his pace,
Soft voice, unhurried days,
Let time and kindness speak for me
In quiet, careful ways.
Bit by bit the terror eased,
The cowering fell apart,
My presence grew familiar, safe,
No longer set his heart to start.
Now when I enter, something moves—
Not panic, not retreat,
Just whiskers twitch and paws appear
To meet me halfway, sweet.
No teeth, no fear, no hiding place,
Just trust where fear once ran,
A little life no longer scared
Comes softly to my hand.
lots of patience to do things at his pace not mine however much you want to go faster you cant else will not get there
true and once broken trust hard to gain back : ) thanks for your comment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing x Loved it x
glad you liked it : )