The Search

I have been missing things. I have a habit of hiding, squirreling away, things that are important to me. As I try to keep them safe, finding places no one would look, I, over time become no one.

Tonight I felt a pull. An invisible tug to the closet of my favorite room. Hoping to find something lost my hands crept in pockets, lifted lids, and unpiled. Closetbound memories and silly things. Empty handed, I looked to the bottom and saw it. A secret place. Carefully scouted and decided upon. Your hiding spot.

I found you tiny kindred spirit of four legs and fur. I hope your mind is at peace and your belly is full.