CALICO TEQUILA SUNRISE
How do cats know what we need?
It's so chilly this morning, here in
oh so still, golden, wine country.
I'm lying here snug on the couch.
Santorini-blue quilt, iPad, coffee,
Here comes my warm, calico coverlet!
Jumping up on me.
Ah, her gold eyes like a warm
Her master pieced painted body.
The magical ebb and flow of blessed
warmth on my thighs, oh!
I call her, a bit of heaven on earth.
An angel, if you will, in disguise.
My calico, Irene, feline majesty.
My sunrise wine country surprise.
Sun Spirit, painting all the houses
a bright gold.
* Title inspired by my beautiful
daughter, Maria Elena.*
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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