Picture and title courtesy of Jo.
It ruffles its feathers,
Yet still unaware
Of the curious eyes,
How intently they stare.
A twinkle of ruffling
Thus keenly observed,
This moment is captured
And fondly preserved.
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Picture and title courtesy of Jo.
It ruffles its feathers,
Yet still unaware
Of the curious eyes,
How intently they stare.
A twinkle of ruffling
Thus keenly observed,
This moment is captured
And fondly preserved.
My apologies to the 8 people who liked the original post. I was playing around and didn’t mean to actually publish it yet but accidentally hit the button. I was debating leaving it that way, but that version really annoyed me so I changed it back to its unadulterated form.
Perfect poem for me as i listen to the birds outside 🙂
Birds are definitely nicer to listen to than the noise of construction and traffic outside my window. 🙂
aw no that’s so sad 😦 hate the sound of traffic!!