Homeless Spirits At Home

the stray cat that came
out of nowhere, from the field,
to jump in my lap as i

rocked on the porch.....
just lay there and purred,
while we drank in the breeze....

and the afternoon sunlight.
perhaps a messenger,
too much like me...

homeless spirits at home
in the world!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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