Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On the kitty back, softly, softly.
"Zelda" calls a sonorous mistress.
The kitty is coming back after
Yet another adventure she won't tell.
Outside a night of murmur wakes aloud.
The cottage of a coach and love-strokes
Remains amid burst of dark unknowns.


Comments: 18
I especially like Yet another adventure she won't tell. .... like she COULD tell but is just refusing to :)
Nice poem, Poddar, drawing a lovely picture.
Blessings ~
Rene