Her pink mouth and white whiskers,
her wrinkled face when she sneezes,
Tucked in beside me—
her supple body—
stirs gently in the night.
When dawn arrives,
she awakes with fervor,
embracing the day
with all it has to offer.
I lean into her boundless energy—
a life force that sustains itself,
and find that every part of her
is mimicked in me, myself: divine.
Aligning mistakes of yesteryear,
the anger of misread intentions,
placing therein the vapid slot:
a fulfilling sense of adventure.
Cozying up on my lap,
she licks her paws contentedly;
I stop in my tracks just to watch—
that death is not an option,
and life is for the living.
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