Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Feral café

A kitten,
neat as a razor,
leaps on my lap and purrs
like a Harley;
curls fast asleep
with its nose in the folds,
trusting its time to relax.

Next night, we buy the vibrating furball
dinner for our trouble.
Sweet as a swordfish.
You monkey!

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