the wind moans
outside all night long
the cat clings
wrapped around my arm
my eyes stare
where the ceiling should be
waiting for dawn
the wind moans
outside all night long
the cat clings
wrapped around my arm
my eyes stare
where the ceiling should be
waiting for dawn
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For some reason I had drifted away from reading your poems; now that I’ve returned, I find them just as lovely as I remember. Thank you for writing them.
Thank you for these kind words.
That was me last night, exactly. (except it was a dog not a cat clinging to my arm and snoring)
I had a dog, too, long before this cat and mine always managed to find his way onto the bed when I wasn’t looking.
Hope is d other name of life.dawn will come after night….
Yes, it surely will.
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Good one
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Lovely poem, Leonard.
Thank you.