flying squirrel launched
sailing from the curtain rail
four paws splayed in air
The cat was sitting next to me whilst I worked on the PC yesterday. I thought of her as a kitten, she could run effortlessly up the curtains like spider-cat. Coming down was the fun bit.
I wrote a longer poem about her, probably the soppiest thing I’ve ever written, I emailed it to D, it was for her. I don’t want to ruin my hardman reputation by publishing it!
