Whiskers In Spirit
Whiskers tickle my cheek,
while purring his song.
I wake up alone, grief returns.
Until I notice his warm,
imprinted pawprints.
7/11/22
Contest :Bite Size Poem no49 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2022
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