Sunday, September 11, 2016

The kitten

It may go both ways

The kitten
She has found me
On the sofa
Soft and breathing
A slight purr
She nestles against my leg
Her paws
The color
Of salted caramel
Maybe dulce
Con leche.
The kitten is a comfort to me
I may be a comfort to her
As well.

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