Kitten

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Kitten

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Cut glass on flesh.

 

Claws extended,

playfully

mean, pouncing

with dagger intent.

Ears folded, and then

 

the sweet distance

from leg to shoulder, tiny muscles

stretched, releasing a miracle purr.

 

Nose, nuzzling my hair

licking with love every

red knotted strand.

 

Head, light as a penny, nods,

slips away into sleep,

elemental.

 

© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

 

 

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