Our new home
comes with a cat café
- a night cat café
that opens when
the sun goes down
and the people
go to bed,
and all is quiet
- just me, a cat or two,
and the 'roos,
munching steadily
in a grassy lot,
across the road.
It is a wonderful
night cat café
- a place of love
of head bumps,
and pats, and
tails held high
and the occassional cuddle;
a place of genuine regard
authentic love,
of pure existence
and artless exchange.
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