Poetry Month, Day 12: Soft


Small limbs
Soft ears
Silky fur
Heart beating rapidly beneath my hand
Large, sweet eyes
Sometimes wary but often warm
A reach that implores
Expressing through action
Your restless soul
Tender nose,
Cuddling into the curve of my foot
Snuffling against the arch
Whiskers brushing
Rough, businesslike tongue licking
First your feet, then mine
I struggle not to twitch away
Finally, you are satisfied
All is as it should be.
You sigh, settle
And fall asleep.

Copyright ©2015 C. Mitchell

My boy

My boy


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