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Lonely, Calico Cat

Her green eyes aglow, 
          Observing soft, falling snow.
          Winds whispered, alas!



                     12/2/2022

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Andrea Dietrich

January 4, 2022 at 1:30 PM

I enjoy this wistful little poem, Pangie

Panagiota Romios

January 4, 2022 at 1:53 PM

Thank you ANDREA, Pangie

Robert L. Hinshaw

January 3, 2022 at 7:16 AM

'Tis Irene you speak of I'm sure; A lovely creature so graceful and demure! A house just ain't a home without a cat; I love my old pal Jeff and can vouch for that! BoB H

Panagiota Romios

January 4, 2022 at 2:07 PM

Good, Ole Jef! I know you care for him. Irene...dying to see her! A house without a animal is so empty. I know dog lovers tap . Pangie

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 3, 2022 at 3:03 AM

- Excellent poetically written, Pangie - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Panagiota Romios

January 3, 2022 at 3:36 PM

Anne_Lise so nice of you to say this. My cat and I do thank you,)): PR

Ann Gilmour

January 2, 2022 at 11:33 PM

Oh dearest Irene ^~^ - your lovely Senryu describes her so well Panagiota ~ she will be so happy when you come home... with hugs to you both Ann XXXXOOOOXXXXOOO

Panagiota Romios

January 3, 2022 at 4:12 AM

Our Irene surely is lonely. I promise you. I will go through any pain to once hold her again in my arms, Hope you liked her pictue! Hugs back Pangie and Queen Irene ^*^

Eve Roper

January 2, 2022 at 8:06 PM

Even the animals feel the difference in the weather. Lovely write. Happy New Year my dear friend with lots of hugs and love

Panagiota Romios

January 3, 2022 at 4:06 AM

Dear huggable Eve, isenseyour love of life and animals! It is a fabulous NewYear.I am grateful to be alive, well cared for by my family. And thank God I am walking again. Far from perfect! Walking is a gift, so is writing poetry.l,read my next poem, want your input,,HNY. Pangie