Saturday, April 20, 2019

Through the Window

I watched my son step outside.

The cat, cleaning herself, sat.

My son, ear-to-ear grin,

Bent and picked her up

Around her middle.

Grinning, he carried her

To the door, called,

“The cat’s in,” and went off to play.


Is my face ever split by a spontaneous grin?

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