Here
Mar 24th, 2009 by senge in Spontaneous Poetry
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Sound of little paws,
Entering the room.
Sight of golden fur,
Curling on my lap.
Sense of gentle purring,
In the morning air.
Wiskered little Zen master,
Bringing me back home.
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