When summer is ending and fall is
at the door.
The earth rotates and sun shines on the floor.
Senior feline laying there for weeks.
Then the sun arrives that’s what she seeks.
She knew it was coming but not exactly when.
Kinda similar to the minds of men.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Comments2
Such a wonderful metaphor. Most lovely a fave
Thank you very much!
You are most welcome
I don’t understand how this works. I guess I’m like the vision in the avengers. Well, I was born yesterday.
Loved it!
Thank you very much.
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