Willow

Willow

A Poem by Aimee Holt

I watched her while she slept

her brown paws twitching fast

she must be running somewhere.

Her lilac point ears

like radars, searching.

Sapphires suddenly open,

a grumpy look

to follow.

White needle teeth

encased in a yawn.

A lazy stretch,

one foot behind.

Kneading the dough,

of mum’s favourite cushion.

© 2012 Aimee Holt


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Added on October 18, 2012
Last Updated on October 18, 2012

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Aimee Holt
Aimee Holt

Surbiton, Surrey, United Kingdom



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A Story by Aimee Holt