Perched on the stool
At the kitchen counter
Having buttered toast
And raspberry yogurt.
My kitty, Emma,
Jumps up behind me
Turns around once
And settles in.
I feel her warmth against me
And I imagine she feels
my warmth against her.
Love can be so simple.
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