The Cat Poem by Joe Cummings

The Cat



Her lips kissing and whispering,
her eyes closed,

she pulls the little cat up to her neck

and sways with the warmth, turning away

and then back again to profile

The woman is my waitress
The cat has just wandered in off the street

So have I

Friday, December 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Chinedu Dike 24 December 2016

An insightful poem well articulated and nicely penned.

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