Kisa Poem by Rick Elpers
Kisa
She curls upon my lap
Pawing my sweatshirt
Poking little holes
With needle sharp claws
Squints at me with approval
That I sit still to be her cushion
For the time privileged
Blessed from her presence
She calms my loneliness
Excites my playfulness
Gives me a chance to care
Fills the house with spice
Gives that sweet greet
After I arrive
Rubs me to remind me
There is good life in mine
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5/1/2024 1:47:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Happy Kisa, but his eyes, hummmmm! ! ! ! Beautiful! ! !