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 Cockrell

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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