Felicita

she moves softly through the rooms,
like a shadow that already belongs here.

small, gentle, almost fragile —
until someone unknown steps too close.

then her body stills.
her eyes sharpen.
the house listens with her.

she never needs to be loud.
she never needs to prove anything.

she just watches.

and somehow,
that is enough to keep everything safe.

our quiet guardian.