Forget what went wrong. The tiffs, the tantrums, the tears.
Remember everything we had. The comfort of cradling under sheets in the summer, the quintessential excitement of the unknown, the rush of being saved from a prosaic life.
Show me which constellations you know.
And we’ll walk along the beach forever.
This morning you are a blessing on four legs,
Nose greeting the snow before you
Tail brushing the snow behind you
your form electric in the falling snow.
What to make of this,
the world gone ecstatic white?
what to make of this,
cat with all legs four for happiness?
Black face with snowy constellations of delight?
after a while, you pleaded to come inside
with liquid brown eyes of anticipation.
in the winter of warring dread
we are all this cat wanting
to come in from the cold.
love this post. short, sweet, poignant… (sigh)
A well written piece.
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