06Jan / 2012

Fresh

She echoes my sentiments
as she runs toward the open door.
Her nostrils twitch with each inhalation,
breathing deep the brisk winter air.
Such joy to feel so alive!


2012 @ Pamela Rudisill

Posted in Cats, Life, Poetry, Seasons, Small Stones

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2 responses to “Fresh”

  1. Louise

    Awww, lovely!

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  2. urban muser

    looking forward to seeing you at “In The Picture”!

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