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Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery Three
Paintings Gallery One

This morning the cat
This morning the cat
leapt up on the bed
and presented me with a bouquet of whiskers.
She touched me gently with her velvet gloves
and for a moment I was lost
in the vast blue sky of her eyes
and the sweet meadows of her fur,
washed clean by that little pink tongue.
Can anything smell as fresh?
She curled up in the circle of her tail
and purred with pleasure,
like a smooth warm stone
thrown into the center of a pond
sending out ever-widening ripples of quiet.
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