Summer On Four Paws
Awake, asleep, alike
Morning light squeezes through the blinds, spread fine across the ceiling
Her purring is the sunlight on my neck;
The brushing of her tail over my arm,
the aimless spring breeze
At my arm, the whispered promise
of warmth and life reborn
to a land where water's sharp as glass:
She is summer,
sleeping close by.
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