Nature Has Her Version of Everything
A chilly grey October dawn and
crying clouds cast their crystals
upon the soundless soft ground.
I awaken to the velvety lull
of a purring feline,
lying beside of my neck;
natures own version of
an electric blanket, massaging me.
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