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AM Mar 2016
he brushes
my hair
and I knead
like a cat
Nalini Oct 2014
It begins with just a whisper,
A hint of murmur,
Some quiet tremor
Of warmth.

Growing stronger each moment,
The flutter turns into
A familiar song
Of tenderness.

The sound flows clearly now,
Gushing like waves on
A distant shore
Of silence.

An ethereal orchestra is already
Masterfully performing,
The rhythmic tune
Of affection.

And soon, the unbroken melody
Softly transforms into
The ageless symphony
That is a cat's purr.
October 20, 2014, 11:30 am.
Inspired by my feline companions.
Clindballe Aug 2014
Even when I am
Six feet under
The ground
I'll still be
thinking
About
Cats
Their
Lovely
Personalities
Their fluffiness
Purrs and meows
I have a weakness for cats.
Written: August 27. - 2014

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