Lullaby to A Loving Cat

I held you

In the palm of my hand

Sweet little thing

Pink-tongued vulnerable

Stumbling our way

Through the dance of life

Afraid, awkward– looking forward

Glancing back.

Our place at day’s end

Together around a book

You leaned on me

With deep-throated contentment

I held you

In the curve of my lap

Until your limbs went heavy

And the essence of you

Floated to wherever

Good spirits go

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