THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
As I opened the cardboard box and looked into see, two large round copper coloured eyes, peered up at me, a tiny ball of fluff, a Persian kitten so sweet with a little round head and a long tail to complete.
I picked him up gently, he began to meow wondering, where was his mother, and where am I now? I stroked his cream coloured fur and cuddled him near to comfort and love him and calm him from fear.
From kitten to cat, he still loves to play, and doesn’t seem to mind if it’s night time or day. My companion and friend, I love him with all my heart, we’ll always be together, and never will part.
When I am unhappy, and I cry a tear, He licks my cheek gently as I put my face near, to show his affection, and say “I love you”, I stroke his head gently and say “Billy, I know that you do!”
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years.
Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997
Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
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