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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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