The back legs
They tremble before it launches
There is somebody's haunches before there is prey
There is dust, air, sunshine or nightscapes, segmentations we call niches, niches we call noontime, and assorted meridians
I'm reading a book
And that's that
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States
1 comments:
My cat--Miracle, a silver tabby--is getting old like that. We wait out her last years, her sleeping, me reading. Love this.
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