Born last summer the little tomcat
already a teenager strutting his stuff
has climbed onto my lap
to secret himself inside my coat
where he snuggles, warming me,
before stretching his face up to mine.
His purring becomes loud,
bending my head
our noses touch...
then he swats me and jumps down.
Photography and poem by David H. Roche (C) 2014
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