Please find below the latest entry in our Purrsday Poetry section by Kim M. Russell:
I did not choose my muse.
The god Bastet owned me.
I fell for the sunrise in her eyes,
her tamed ferocity, soft fur,
and her full throttle purr.
She favours my chest and hip
as the spots on which she sleeps,
riding the waves of dreams
with me, kneading us into shape,
a comforting companionship.
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