Thursday, 22 December 2011

I consider my cat
And where she is sat
A rumble of purr
Midst a jumble of fur
A comfortable heap

                     On the fringes of sleep

Her furry frame curled
At peace with the world.
What is there to see
When my cat surveys me
Through lashes now closing?
Content to be dozing
In my favorite chair
She knows I’ll be there
Approaching the end
Cat, wife, or friend.
RAJ (  )  January 2003

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