If not for
you
letters lessen tween
Mum and me.
No "just give her a bit of milk Simon"
occupying a space or
"she's in now, she's safe, she's by the fire place".
"No, don't give a cat bread"
unsaid.
Unsaid.
Thankfully we've feline fine
with purry lingo bopping;
I love you
and
love the sight
of engendered convergence
by tabby dynamite.