A phobia that know no bounds, a fear that is real and complete

Despite the fact there is niether sound, nor vibrations of soft, furry feet

That creature you fear, at the back of your mind, probably harmless, in truth

Can be massive, or tiny, to size you are blind, having suffered this fear from your youth

There can be answer, nor magic cure that could dispel the pain of the branding

All one can hope, should the torture endure, is that others can be understanding.