[Intro]
The waiting room hums with fluorescent sighs.
Beds line up like stories waiting to be told.
[Verse 1]
Dr. Mariano: another day, another chart to read,
Stethoscope in one hand, coffee in the other, feet to tread.
A boxer yawns, swallows a sock like a cartoon moon,
Tech whispers, “Boss, he’s plotting mischief soon.”
The clock ticks loud as paw pads tap the tile,
Laughter cracks the shell of a long, long mile.
[Chorus]
We mend the miles between a purr and a sigh,
Paper trails flutter as the monitors sigh.
In the glue of towels and patience we trust,
Small battles, big hearts, in a room of dust.
[Verse 2]
Mariano: another exam, another question why,
“Stand still, hold steady,” as the cat arches to defy.
Claws like tiny storm clouds, a hiss and a purr,
The nurse wipes a beat, keeps the rhythm pure.
A sleeve of towels becomes a soft reserve,
Whispers of care in every careful swerve.
[Pre-Chorus]
Boxer’s snout meets a cheeky sock encore,
A chorus of sighs behind the clinic door.
[Chorus]
We mend the miles between a purr and a sigh,
Paper trails flutter as the monitors sigh.
In the glue of towels and patience we trust,
Small battles, big hearts, in a room of dust.
[Bridge]
Between the beep and the bleat of a furl, a friend,
We trade jokes for nerves we can’t pretend.
“Hold this, breathe slow, we’ll get you through,”
The bandage whispering, “We’re here with you.”
[Verse 3]
The cat withdraws into a velvet alley of fur,
Dentals hum, the boxers glare in a gentle spur.
A towel fluffs a moment where worry used to be,
Mariano’s voice: “We’re almost there, you see.”
[Chorus]
We mend the miles between a purr and a sigh,
Paper trails flutter as the monitors sigh.
In the glue of towels and patience we trust,
Small battles, big hearts, in a room of dust.
[Outro]
Day folds in quiet, a soft tomorrow near,
Voices lower, bonds stronger, hands sincere.
The clinic hums a lullaby of care and clock-warm light,
Another day survived, another night turned bright.
