The Felines Generosity
Meditating to Namaste
The cat's purr
Whispering in the wind
Can be heard
Above the noises of the crowds
Cheering on a whim;
The light breeze
Flowing through the air, sings of its lyrics
Like the ting on a crystal glass
You need only to listen to the song
To hear it;
A cat will give of undeserving generosity
Its faint indomitable spirit
To accept this bond,
Amidst its gravitational pull,
Flying high will be an indefinite visit;
For a cats purr
Can be a very gentle giant
Like a roaring rivers current
Or fierce and strong
Like a very gentle lion.
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Chrissy Barnhill
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