Toots the Cat — National Poetry Month
Resting
In a sun pool
like a curled fur shell you lie
breathing light prrs,
inhaling the scene
through one green screscent,
one half-open eye.
When our cat is at rest
our house is at rest
and so is the earth and sky.
Toots is up to a lot in this delightful book. Check it out from your library!
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