She Begins to Purr

Kittens,
cats,

animals, in fact,

serene our world with coy meows,
or blissful barks upon air

instilled

with ‘due’
upon mourning’s

up rise…

Our hearts to attract

for feed
or face kisses;

since, at times,
ouches profound
produces
quick volatile hisses

looping
spiraling

cries

like rockets set free
into stealth sky
before glowing wondrous hues
of reds, oranges,

smoldering

blues

because underneath
millions
global

die.

Rooftops smoke.
Buildings burn.
Even reindeers cry

though, camouflaged
by gift-giving, thoughtful
in its benevolent lie…

She, my sweet, sits at my feet,
oozes sweetness in repeat,

her voice calling me
to feed me–eat,

frees my thoughts of neon flashing,
towns, neighborhoods, villages, communities
crashing,

victims dashing into crowded streets,
tripping, falling

calling out to and for hope…

How do we with these news images
daily cope?

***

Now kitten is bathing on the window sill
in our living room.

I perch on our sofa’s edge.

Watch shadows of leaves
dance on the pavement

while stroking her fur…

She begins to purr.166 words
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Words: animals
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glowing
camouflaged
looping, spiraling
sits oozes sweetness
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Reindeer
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