Fibery friend,
what would though ask of me
If the Lord of all
would grant to thee,
A moment of time
for thee to tell,
what thou would
wish,
oh wish it well…
Is thy bed cozy,
a shelter for thee?
The timothy hay,
a choice you’d keep?
The heated bottle,
too hot? Do tell?
Oh speak thy wish
and wish it well.
I feel thy nose,
Press up my hand.
Lean gently in,
I understand…
How sweet of thee,
to ask thy wish
A gentle nuzzle,
a little sniff.
I see thy wish
the same as mine,
A comforting friend
in a moment of time,
And what a gift,
Our Lord is giving
You spoke it well,
What a life we're living
My fibery friend
Rebecca Gould