Tickled
The hallway
became the perfect place
to rest inside her hiding space,
as daylight danced
through amber leaves
into the tickled carpeting -
and on November's hottest day
Pure love found purring through a pane,
and climbed into her cardboard box -
to warm her
and a pair of socks.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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