Wherever he is,
he finds the sun.
A caress
from his flank,
urges my settled desk
aside,
reclining with
yearning pads,
his greying thorax flecked
with glossy warmth.
Wherever he is,
he finds the sun.
A caress
from his flank,
urges my settled desk
aside,
reclining with
yearning pads,
his greying thorax flecked
with glossy warmth.
