Memories of a pet


She walked with around the bed

as if observing the whole of him

sneaking and checking if he was asleep

it was the coldest morning 

all she wanted was a hug of warmth

she moved close to him

grumbled at the catch of a peaceful spot

amidst his arms close to his warmth

she tucked herself under her furry self

slowly closing her eyes and giving him the touch of her fur

she cozily slept near his warm hands

like a kitten close to the cat.



A scene I always woke up to, when my brother used to put his cat to bed. 




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