Friday, August 28, 2009

Beatrice

Her whiskers are wider by far than her face,
Antenna, I guess,  to measure her space.
Her tail is as long as her body it seems, 
And can fly up like a flag,
Or wrap round her for dreams .
Her almond eyes gaze into mine
Serene in her sense
That together  we’re fine
2009

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