Fritz Inspired This


Always so weary
I look at Fritz with envy
tiny sleeping ball.

Is it possible?
so much love for that critter,
unrequited… yes,

but the privilege
he grants me when, unguarded,
his chin lets me scratch.

And how I savour
feeling his warm softness, when
curled up in a ball,

stretches out his paws,
displays underbelly, oh…
… Delicious moment!

He steals my heart just
like that. This is why I write
poems for my cat.

Photo by Smiler


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