sometimes i wonder
if he’s still looking
i know i am
oh. i like to think he gets a glimpse now & then. cats is magic. xoxo
Aaaah sweetheart, I would be too. Hugs.
He’s always there in the garden, just this side of out of your sight, you’ve seen him, in the flowers, the breeze, that little something that rubs up against you leg when your out there sitting , it’s just that he’s to quick for you to catch him.
i imagine when we get home from vacation today…our cat will have plenty to tell us
and wont stop talking all night..
carries a lot in a small package. good poem!
he is waiting 4 me 2 come home!
Mail (will not be published) (required)