The neighbours' cat, hogging the only shade on the street, reminded me of my Emma, who was also black and impassive, with an eye to the main chance.
Much missed old black cat
Witchy, slinky, sphinxy
familiar spirit.
My jungian shadow,
my own green-eyed monster.
My black velvet collar,
too hot on summer nights.
1 comment:
That looks just like my lost wild boy, I miss him so...
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