quinta-feira, julho 31, 2014

31.07.2014

did he die alone, in the rain?
did he?

he who was orange and warm
a furry sun
coming to wake me up every morning

he who was sweet
young
independent
full of energy
free

he who found peace
a comforting place
to be

he is still on my window
golden as the morning sun
eye kissing me

he is still dreaming on the couch
relaxed,
open,
impossibly stretched
completely safe

he is still around the house
playing with boxes
chasing ginger
climbing things to steal some food
some love

he is still on my window
feeling the soft warmth of the morning sun

our golden lucky jack cat

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