for The Honeybee
Sometimes
softly
Curled in my
lap
I find the cat
Sometime
loudly
In desperate
need
Calling me
Always
lovely
Each hair
perfect
Whiskers in
place
And when
purring
Eyes closed;
under my hand
Peace, serenity
Joy untold
Yes the perfection of God's creation. You have captured that beautiful truth here. A lovely write indeed! :-)
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