A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, June 29, 2015
He is leaving fur
(and sometimes even whiskers)
scattered about the house
as he settles in,
curling and purring
around our limbs
and hearts.
He is leaving chirps
echoing in his wake
as he races to the dinner bowl.
What an adorable cat.
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