An instance of Erik the cat.
This was written one winter night to capture a moment………
I was reading, deep in an armchair in front of the fire with Erik the cat ( a rescued stray kitten, a soot coloured Persian with a plume of a tail) and at the time about a three years old and fully grown to be beautiful, snoozing peacefully, sprawled warm across my arms and chest…….when for no apparent reason he awoke, turned his head to face me and…………………………..
“Beginning with a stretch, and ending with an all important exercise,
To ever so gently, almost imperceptibly, touch the tip of my nose,
without moving any other part than the stretching paw.
Warm soft paw, smelling ever so slightly of pads dried in timeless cosy glows.
Then Touched! in the sparkle of an instant…………
Just the tip of my nose
Just the finest whisker on that paw,
Hardly, if ever, touching
An eye shining instant
Of everything as one
Then curled again , head in chest
my smile and Eriks purring
the only echoes..”
I reached for the book, and read again,
With a happiness for two
Not about lungs just little light reading
Burns Night Poem
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