She doesn’t look old.
But now, from my lap, she hunts
the bug with her eyes.
My cat at fifteen
Tag: cat
Intimacy
I wake to a moan.
Hungry cat behind the door?
Or my own belly?
She doesn’t look old.
But now, from my lap, she hunts
the bug with her eyes.
I wake to a moan.
Hungry cat behind the door?
Or my own belly?
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