~ from cats, dogs and nature to the flowering of body, mind and spirit ~

Thursday, July 22, 2010

belly breath softer than dusk

Grandmother sits on my lap

Comforting by being comforted

Her claws prick so lightly

Barely touching my skin

Her purr raspy and eternal in love

Belly breath softer than dusk

She brings forth peace

Her gaze direct, she sees my soul

And holds nothing back

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