Wet autumn leaves blanket the wooden deck
as a feral cat looks through an open window.
He gazes into an empty space,
purrs a gentle feline dream,
wet-noses for a generous gift
or fresh catnip to roll onto
and patiently waits with curled paw
without a blink or a flinch
for a soft human touch
and the sanguine fragrance
of a kind woman.
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Oh I love this!
Thank you, tara. ๐๐
Lovely poetry Mark ๐
Thank you, Walt. Your comments are always appreciated. ๐
You’re very welcome Mark. ๐
Wonderful Mark.. An ode to Cat Power………
Thanks, Ivor. Good band. First time Iโve heard them. ๐๐
She was very big a few years ago.
Sanguine indeed, wonderful
Thank you, Paul. ๐
You are most welcome Mark.
As a human owned by two cats I can relate to this!
There must be a study about the large hearts of cat people. Peace.
A wonderful portrait with your words!!! Bravo!
thanks RP
Nice post.
Thank you. ๐๐
You are Welcome ๐
That strikes a chord at my heart having lost our outside feral cat before we could tempt her inside.
A sad reality. Feral cats are so vulnerable.
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Welcome Mark, wonderful blog
Thank you!!
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