How does he know—that precious cat who shares my home and life?
Is my anxiety tangible?
Does my grief give off a scent—
dead roses and cyanide?
Or is it something more tangible?
Shivers on the nerve endings?
A disturbance in the Force?
Does my rage exude heat
that my cat can feel
on his fur as he passes?
Why does he care—
that aloof beast descended from gods?
But as he sits,
facing away,
just out of my reach,
I sense beyond all doubt
he loves me.
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Yes, they do sense a disturbance in the force.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Love this! Happy Thanksgiving
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Love this! Happy Thanksgiving
Thank you. You too.
A delightful poem, filled with truths that go beyond just our fancy.
Erin
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This poem is beautiful! I hope you and your kitties had a very happy Thanksgiving!
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