WillowA Poem by Aimee HoltI
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 AuthorAimee HoltSurbiton, Surrey, United KingdomAboutFlorist, farmkid, musician, artist, writer.... more..Writing
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