They tell me that they love me.

Do they know what true love means?

It's not the racing of your pulse,

or the trembling of your paw,

but a feeling deep inside, overriding all.

What is it anyways,

that they think they love?

My face perhaps they think is beautiful?

My dancing wondrous to behold?

They do not really know me.

They know merely what they see.

What of the individual,

hidden beneath the fur?

They do not know,

nor care to hear

the details about her.

They never stop to wonder

from what corner I appeared.

Any more than I know

where I shall disappear.

They will not miss me long.

I soon will be replaced.

Another lissome femme

will beguile them with her grace.

And I wonder

could there ever

truly be another,

who would love me

for the furre that I am?

So much pain locked inside,

like hidden traps un-spied.

No treasure I could hold

would make a furre so bold.

But I will wander onward

to see what I may find,

over the hills,

and beyond the pines.

Love is beyond me now.

I have had my share.

My kin I left so long ago.

Nothing for me there.

All my bridges burned,

which way shall I turn?

Forward I shall march,

one foot and then the other.

If I long for something,

let the longing now be smothered.

Accept just what I have

and be grateful I am here.

Bury all my fears

and brave this day.

With the rising of the sun

the new day has begun.

I will see what possibilities

the dawn holds out to me.