She’s not very tall
doesn’t have much to say
She’s there when I need her
Her kind eyes melt
the frozen solitude
of lonely days
Her rough kisses
pull me from the realm
of night and
remind me
there is sun
How can such
a tiny heart
beat with the rhythm
of the wind and
carry me to angelic heights
where the aftershocks
of hard places
can’t be felt
Six and a half pounds
of black and white fur
carries the weight of my world
tiptoes into my soul and
tickles my heart
with her joy
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