Two friends
It is night now.
The cabin is damp with evening chill,
so I light the firewood waiting.
The flames flicker and the hearth heats up.
I sit down in my chair by the fire.
The cat walks arthritically to my chair
and then, smoothly leaps to my lap!
As old bones demand
she sinks slowly down,
and then, poco a poco,
a pianissimo purr.
We share warmth, she and I,
as I stoke her sleek fur.
As the flames age, changing
to quieter red coals,
we sleep.
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