The world is dark with shadows and blanketed with quiet. A perfect place for the guilty, the nefarious, to hide. I am neither and take no effort to be silent in movement.
I am drawn to warmth, not light, and the pulse of hearts. It is love that I am after, for love is all that matters in the end. One day, I believe there will be only one. Now, there are many.
I do not woo with words. I do not dine to speak. I am the one who listens; I am touch. And I wear it well.
A n** of the ear, a tangle of tails, a keen ear to listen, but most of all friendship. That is how I loved and how they loved me. And I would take a small piece of each heart, they were my collection, my pride. I preened and admired them in lonely instances, a lone buck waiting for a soulmate, lit by the hearts given, taken, in my lifetime. Really, I was a sweet thief.