A patch of sun upon the rug,
And a pair of velvet paws stretching.
She settles down and closes her eyes:
the gentle purr.
The house is quiet and growing dark.
A lonely shadow appears by the front door,
But comfort vibrates through the room:
the gentle purr.
A gentle hand, a sad heart,
With troubles words can never heal,
Leans down to touch the softest fur:
the gentle purr.
No way to speak—the ball of fluff tries to comfort
Its small body curling up in a warm lap,
A tiny engine, healing grief:
the gentle purr.