Feline Rapture
- by tagorton
Silky disposition,
from idle curl to
fixed attention, your
purr seems to encompass.
So agile,
padded feet along windowsills.
Sunlight tilts over
barren threads of carpet,
and with pupils drawn to slivers
your eyes sink to ocean depth.
Green as stormy recollection.
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