Photo: Tibu Borgstén
An old cat
with a big hidden heart
sat alone
painting hearts into the sealing
with her tail.
Alone she sat
on a wooden fence
from where she could watch
and see the beauty of life.
There she sat
and felt his caresses
on her back
and she was lucky
to remember all the small details
from the times and days
that just had passed her.
There she sat
even when the snow danced
down from heaven.
She was not like any other cat
because she could smell the snow
and she could always dream
back to him
without being just a
summer or a Winter Cat.
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