House of Heart

When I rub against you

you stroke my ears and tail.

If I stretch and softly purr

you run your fingers through my fur.

Your touch is warm like freshly dried

socks that I toss and chase.

Without my claws I am helpless

but when I am threatened you

always rescue me.

There’s so much I want to tell you

but not a word comes from my throat.



Photo by Heart

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