Empty Pages

Missy

As I’ve attempted to write lately, I’ve encountered a sad paucity of words–that familiar convent-like Silence. Groping in the dark, I reach for inspiration.

Then out of the nothingness, come words and images . . . a tribute to my ageing cat.

Cat,

at my window,

on my bed,

and eternally at my door.

You are forever

in my heart.

 

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