Steven Federle

Rookie - 300 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Old Cat - Poem by Steven Federle

She lies under my chair
warmed by the dancing sun
as singing leaves
nod the long afternoon
towards evening.

her fur flows
in the freshening wind;
she hears the
trees whisper
their secret...

that soon night
will draw her in,
cradle her softly,
and fill her eyes
with sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 2, 2013


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