Poetry

The Cat’s Whiskers~

In the A.M. with the cat~

Three,
five,
seven,
nine.
Whiskers bristle,
line by line.
Close,
luminous,
yellow,
eyes.
Look straight to me,
it’ s morning time.
Purr,
stretch,
bend,
yowl.
Come and fill
my kibble bowl.
Warm,
safe,
loved,
kept.
Watched by the cat,
while I slept.

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