Soft by night
Lazy by day
And her eyes are always
Far away.
Little Cat can't ever be yours
It's something other, something else she adores.
Her eyes are a green that's hard to define
And you wake up from dreams with her on your mind.
Little Cat cries in the dark all alone
And Little Cat knows she can never go home.
Sad Little Cat in love with the moon
If you care to touch her, do it soon.
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13 spoke through the ouija:
Very soft and gentle. Melancholy.
Hmmmm, I think I know Little Cat, something vaguely familiar, all the way down to the Green eyes...very nice.
Thanks, Mama Zen and T.
Sometimes I like to write something very simple.
Awwwwwww!
is this soothing, or is this soothing. lovely writing!
I like how your comments section now says 'blooms.'
My son's cat's name is 'Little' and the Little pussy is so persnickety that sonny has to microwave Little's cat food. Seriously.
Ahhhh again your words make pictures in my mind.
Blossoms .. nice!
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That's beautiful...it can go so many ways with interpretation. Love it.
I've been skimming your blog [now that you have comments...yes, I do remember you!] ----and now I want some pink eggs.
Happy weekend. Do come by often for visits, I love having you for company.
This is very true of cats.
And love.
And the moon.
Beautiful. You make me want to adopt an untouchable little cat with green eyes.
lovely post
One little click of the keyboard and now I can't stop reading your blog.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Beyond funny -- extreme talent, that's what I'm thinking.
Glad I stumbled on to your blog.
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