Ginger in Love
Watching her eyes,
Holding that meaningful green gaze,
I wonder:
What is she thinking?
What does she make of us?
Of all this?
She loves me, clearly.
You can tell.
Its in the way she runs to me,
Waits for me,
Beckons me.
If we bring each other comfort,
If we make each other happy, contented,
If we prefer to be together,
If we crave each other's affection,
What else could you call it?
But love?
(written 10/6/2015)
What a lovely cat she is.
ReplyDeleteThanks--I certainly agree. I am so glad she happened into our lives.
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