Elderly Cat
She's old, blind, and grumpy. But we adore her.
By Raphael FontenellePublished 15 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by Sandra Lind on Unsplash
The cat stalks forward,
She meows down the big stairs,
To get my mother.
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Raphael Fontenelle
Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Meow! Purrrfekt haiku.