Hi everyone,
Please find below the latest entry in our poetry section by Sarah from Fresh Hell.
Simmering Legs
The cat is simmering on my legs
A tub of purring fur.
My feet are toasty
In the blanket cave underneath her magma belly.
Toasty feet are happy feet.
This heat could never burn me.
A tub of purring fur.
My feet are toasty
In the blanket cave underneath her magma belly.
Toasty feet are happy feet.
This heat could never burn me.
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A great poem. I loved it!
the cat’s meow