fur of satin midnight she is ever aloof wary silent an island of comportment her tail-wrapped feet situated primly at the boundary of our all-too-human bustle amber cabochons blink in the sunshine observing studying from the doorway from the top step intrigued but uninvolved present but apart untiltoday whenshe climbs up nestles between us curls […]
Published on May 25, 2016 07:52