ORANGE AMERICAN SHORTHAIR ODE
The little cat sleeps like an autumn leaf cradled by wind.
Its breath keeps building low-grade hills for exhalation to raze.
Two whiskers play at antennae and a picture indeed comes into focus.
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Those yellow tabbies tend to be mellow. I loved listening to mine snore and I especially love your middle line.
you captured it here!
“Its breath keeps building low-grade hills” Love the cat/nature combinations. Thinking back, we only had grey or black cats (strays that people would let loose on back country roads).
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