Poem for her 729

Dear Readers,


Dozy morning dew


The sounds of sleep filled the air
The Blonde Tabby was curled up
Resting on my belly
Claws had out stretched
Kneaded a spot to make fluffy
Belly had a few marks on it
The feeling of fur and warmth
The soft purring sound of her
There on my belly as I watched
Was a food for thought
The first time I met her
So small
Curled my feet and ankles
There in that yard
The old home place
Of a friend's mom
The feral colony had shunned her
The kitten knew me
God Guided her to me
God whispered in my ear
Don't you dare pick her up Charles
Then The spirit's laughter
The joy that he said it with
The knowledge that
I was in love with her already


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.