My Cat (continuare)
My cat loves me.
I pet him and I can tell he appreciates my stokes.
He reciprocates by reaching his paw out.
He places his head on my hand.
I kiss him on the forehead
And he reaches out to me with both forepaws.
I would give my world to talk to him.
Stroking his head will have to do.
He lays down on top of the book I am reading.
He knows how to get my attention.
Somehow, he knows what I am afraid to do,
show affection and demand the same in return.
He is content to be here.
I am content to be with him.
I know I will miss him when he is gone.
I think he will miss me too.
I hope there is a place where we can walk together
And share our deepest thoughts, one with another.
As much as I hope for that
I don’t know if it works that way.
I will find out someday, or not.
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