Coffee is too hot,
But outside is chilly cold,
So it feels just right.
Even in these warm months,
Glittering snow often falls,
Stolen breaths and dreams.
Spring snows fall slowly,
Caught in cool winds and light gusts,
So they dance, not fall.
Grey and blue sky meet,
Cascading shadow paintings,
Such depth in nature.
The cat is happy,
Winter blankets come again,
For a short visit.
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I love this poem but the last stanza is lovely. You made me care about the cat’s happiness. ❤👩🦰❤
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Well of course! Every cat knows who really runs things in the house~!
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They do don’t they? I have 2 of them. Rio who is 14 years old this year and Miss Molly who is 3 years old. They are both rescue cats, black and white (tuxedo) and they know my life revolves around them. ❤👩🦰❤
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