as i walk past
the almost god of wrinkly
things and his new apprentice,
lying wrapped about each
other, in food filled plumpness, lying sate,
in the morning sun....
i can not but help ponder,
a house cat,
loved through and through, is probably,
one of the highest levels
of reincarnation......
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
as i walk past
the almost god of wrinkly
things and his new apprentice,
lying wrapped about each
other, in food filled plumpness, lying sate,
in the morning sun....
i can not but help ponder,
a house cat,
loved through and through, is probably,
one of the highest levels
of reincarnation......
no offense meant.....but by golly they have it good.
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