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This is a short poem about 'what is Perfection?'. |
| Is it the clouds in the sky Is it love in itself? Or when a night-black cat sits on toppa your shelf? Is it the soft green eyes not warm nor cool? the switching tail or the kitty-cat school? Is it that sound..what was it... ...a rumbling purr? or to bury your face in the smooth warm fur? to me it's a cat one to cuddle and hold and to snuggle up to when the weather gets cold. |