Red

Red. A poem.

My ginger-haired companion approaches. A want of attention. Affection. He sits. Shimmies closer. The strong thump of tail on the floorboards. The beats grow closer together as he inches closer toward me. His nose dips lower, then forward, with hope and almost desperation in his dark brown eyes just for the comforting feeling of my dry palm on his head. The soothing brush of my fingers over his eyes as my warm strokes reassure, encouraging him to move closer and closer still. The thumps faster and faster as his head butts towards my knee, seeking a stronger connection.