My Persian is in the window.
Curled up, cozy and comfy.
Golden.
All fluff and grump.
With sawdust colored fur, and
eyes the color of acorns.
The breeze pushes inside
to dance with his whiskers.
His big eyes, side-eyed,
catch sight of blowing leaves.
His petite, pink nose
searching scents through the screen.
Biscotti, Butterscotch, Blaze.
He could've had many names.
A modest moniker, Alexander
suits him fine.
He's the purring prince of the house
with his pitter-pattering paws
swatting dust in the sun.
His tail on auto: flip-flop, flip-flop.
A puffy Buddha cat,
glowing in sunlight.
King of Couldn't Care Less...
today I'll take his lead.
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Kris Hill
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