The Call

The Call

A Poem by catwriter
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The moment when you know that you know what to do.

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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.

© 2023 catwriter


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Added on March 26, 2023
Last Updated on March 26, 2023

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catwriter
catwriter

Hemet, CA



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I'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..

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