I stare down at my ball of fluff,
Feeling his paws; the pads so tough.
Looking up at me with his big eyes,
After hearing in his sleep, his little cries.
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs
PoetryThey might seem like random words thrown together, and I don't even know what to call them but welcome to my book of blurbs.
XIV
I stare down at my ball of fluff,
Feeling his paws; the pads so tough.
Looking up at me with his big eyes,
After hearing in his sleep, his little cries.
