A poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month |
| Inside Cat It is sounds almost as if she's weeping, the squeaky little meows of her plea to be released into the big out of doors. Spring beckons, but it can't be this morning, and she doesn't understand my promises. She will be sequestered one more day inside. Tomorrow's freedom will be her reward. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |