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Steven Federle

(1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Old Cat


She lies under my chair
warmed by the dancing sun
as singing leaves
nod the long afternoon
towards evening.

her fur flows
in the freshening wind;
she hears the
trees whisper
their secret...

that soon night
will draw her in,
cradle her softly,
and fill her eyes
with sleep.

Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Sunday, June 02, 2013

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