One Small Cat
- bethblairnh8
- Oct 4, 2021
- 1 min read
It’s the quiet that strangles you
as you lay in the darkness.
It creeps around your heart,
into the very marrow of your bones,
so stealthy and so cold.
But on the edge of fear
there comes a tentative step,
a whiskers breath
that curls against my chest
and fills the void with
a warm and steady
purr.
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