Warmth
Icy lace scrawled across the window,
Four star bright eyes looking out,
One pair lit with sleep addled child's curiosity,
Another alight with kitten-ish mischief.
A hand reaches lazily toward the chilled glass,
A soft paw is raised to gently bat it down,
Soft fur and cold frost, and
The smile of a boy and the purr of a kitten.
09/04/19
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Copyright © Priscilla Settanni | Year Posted 2019
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