The CallA Poem by catwriterThe moment when you know that you know what to do.I heard it. I heard my name. It was quite loud and clear, A whispering within me When no one else was near. What is it? Who would call my name? What could it ever mean When something comes from nothingness And tells you to begin.
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Added on March 26, 2023 Last Updated on March 26, 2023 AuthorcatwriterHemet, CAAboutI'm an illustrator, author, Sunday poet, animal lover who spent 20 plus years saving abandoned, abused, and feral cats off urban streets. I'm an avid believer in Trap/Neuter/Return and eternally grate.. more..Writing
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