Saturday, April 4, 2009

Merlin, at night


He settles into his chosen place silently but his soft snores alert his presence
Snorting wheezes, mumbled chirps, and deep
relaxing breaths escape through pale pink velvet.

With his chin twisted to the ceiling he stretches;
pink and black toes spreading in contentment.
They relax back in place with his blackish brown tail wrapped close.

In the darkness his white pelt casts an ethereal glow
such that one, with eyes clouded by sleep,
can look and see that he's near and be comforted.

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