Her Garden of Cats
Somewhere
Beneath the tall strings of grass
And wild, wild flowers
Quietly moving about
Eyes searching on an endless journey
Listen…
Just the sound of the wind
Waving the flowers softly
Back and forth, to and fro
Little tiny padded feet
Move ever so swiftly about
Still a moment
Then…
A burst of quickness
Under the tips of the tall, tall grass
Under the beauty of the wild, wild flowers
She has grown
An incredible garden of cats
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