“Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.” – Andre Norton
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” – Jean Cocteau
“Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly.” – Andre Norton
I believe his name is Pablo
not just for the artist
but also the poet
the one whose silvery
tongue, slides in and out
of my dreams
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le petit chat noir
curled up in
my palm creating
his own corner
de coeur
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only three weeks old
the eyes still dark like
the gloss of his fur
too soon yet
to bring him home
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it’s been a decade
since i’ve lived
with a cat
my youngest son took
his – when he parted
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a niche
caché à mon coeur
arms open, waiting
longing to stroke
his silky black fur
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hypnotic opus whispers
bestowing solace
allowing me to adore you
prompting my behaviors
putting me in my place
*
j’attends
divine inspiration
mysterious muse
oh passionate one
chez moi est chez toi
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Bisous,
Léa
poetry, photos and musings oh my! 