My cat is plump, round,
and bumbling. She lays in my bed,
curled up into a fluffy sphere, all day long.
When I lay down, she lays on the extra pillow
next to mine like a little person
laying next to the one they love most,
purring and rolling around,
reading the look in my eyes
as I read a book in bed.
She is everything I need.
She is my cat,
my little round world.
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These People and I
PoetryThis year for National Poetry Writing Month, I want to challenge myself by mostly writing about people I wouldn't normally write about. This could include people from my past, present, or even future. I'll be adding a new poem by midnight each day i...
