Grace Atkinson

(Farnborough, Lerwick, UK)


Samantha sits upon the hearth
And, basking in its glowing warmth,
She polishes the silken fur
That covers every inch of her
From ears to tail and in between
Until it has a lustrous sheen.
She stretches then, without a pause,
And flexes in and out her claws
And looks around the room as though

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