Tigger
Silver-gray softness, you bound into my lap, mittened paws kneading. An aging motor hums, and I think of you curled around a blonde girl’s shoulders as she skated down the driveway when both of you were kittens. by Janet W. Gould
Silver-gray softness, you bound into my lap, mittened paws kneading. An aging motor hums, and I think of you curled around a blonde girl’s shoulders as she skated down the driveway when both of you were kittens. by Janet W. Gould
May 6th, 2009 | Posted in Animal poems | No Comments