Poem Hunter
That Evening
RR (April,1967 / Toronto, Canada)

That Evening

Poem By shaista ami

Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;

deep enough to pinch the nerves
without drawing blood

wriggling acupuncture

Staring Sated Smirk of Long
Slow blinking Content

She loves me like a Kind
Generous Woman

(for my cat)

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Comments (3)

nice kitty... she must be worth her weight in bricks :)
Love this poem Randy, my cat Carmen same thing and then Molson her brother just prefers to warm my feet both content, the personality of cats, love it....Diane
I love having a cat doing just this! Their love is totally unconditional! I love this poem Randy it deserves a 10 Karen