My Cat Friend Came In
my friend
came in quietly
fur jewelled
with recent rain
outside grass
buffeted by wind bowed
yet... like the brave spirit...
unbroken...
branches waved
like the lost...the drowning
in wild waves of wind
yet...my cat friend
came in
wide eyes...wondering
silently offering the
gift of herself
quietly...calmly
my car friend came in...
George Coombs
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