Soul Collector

mysteriously she appeared
her green eyes locked on to mine
the shimmery silver-grey coat beckoning

we all know what happens now

she emits ferocious purring
matching my racing heartbeat
belly rubs are accepted gladly

we all know what that means

a furry friend for life
she is mine
and i am hers




7 thoughts on “Soul Collector

  1. Your poem is relatable, Susi. Cats choose their humans without a doubt. When we went to adopt a cat, a little paw poked out from one of the cages and we heard a sweet meow. That’s all it took. 😽

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