Sunday, July 21, 2013

My Girl

NOTE: My cat of 14 years, Angel, passed away on Friday.  The following poem is the first in a series I will run this week in her memory.

She knows how to be
She knows just the
right pose or look
to give me that will
send me into a
state of acute
appreciation --
the kind that seizes
me until I pet her velvet
She knows the cutest
ways to meow and
purr and stir her paws.

And she knows it.

She knows she's
And there's no way
I can help myself
from loving and
stroking and cooing
and thinking how
lucky I am to have
found her.

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