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Puss

Date Written: November 7, 2017
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Woosh a whisper brushes up my pants cuff.

 

 An apparition the soft silky fur tickles my shin ever so pleasantly.

 

Shadow in the amber lit room, is it a remembrance of a dawns haunting dream.

 

Scampering not the least of utterance not  an echo to behold.

 

Gentle pressure on my lap, the ease of a pussyfoot cozy place to lay.

 

Humming purr as you pelt is stroked with gentle cresses.

 

Nap in my lap feisty pussycat .

 

Attitude of self righteous, parade to the vittles I indulge you.

 

Ever such of friend with feline gratitude.

 

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