OctPoWriMo 23 - An Ode to Dawn

Prompt: fur babies
Form: Ode

An Ode to Dawn

You knew what you liked;
I always felt blessed when you let me hold you.
With others, you’d struggle:
“Put me down!”
You liked to talk:
Meowing and purring and chirruping.
You wanted to be outside.
You thought we were so mean to keep you inside.
But we wanted to keep you safe.
I miss you.