by Marilyn Singer
I prefer
warm fur,
a perfect fire
to lie beside,
a cozy lap
where I can nap,
an empty chair
when she's not there.
I want heat
on my feet
on my nose
on my hide.
No cat I remember
dislikes December
inside.
From:
Turtle in July
Copyright ©:
Marilyn Singer
Last updated March 25, 2023