"Holly", by Wingless Subscribe to rss feed for Wingless

Seldom seen when hunting mouse,
hidey-hole finder of the house,
bouncy gallop or tip-toe walker,
shrill and eager vocal talker, 
the excited puff of cold flushed fur,
warm, loving aura with mystic lure,
curious cat with a desire to know,
sitting with snowdrops and watching them grow,
Glowing, giant eyes of honey,
watching the wild when it is sunny,
Alone in thought and happy to sit,
tortoise-shell coat attractively lit,
laying on laps limp and at ease,
or out in the garden to do as you please,
we love you clumsy dancer, ever so much,
your smile, your sound, your smell, your touch,
you hunt night flies with a spring of grace,
obvious pleasure on the angelic face,
perky little Holly, who comforts me at night,
beautiful Holly, the sweetest thing in sight.
Posted: 2010-09-10 13:13:38 UTC

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2010-11-12 07:48:13YoungGirlBigEmotions
awws that is amazin x