My kitten walks on velvet feet
And makes no sound at all;
And in the doorway nightly sits
To watch the darkness fall.
I think he loves the lady, Night,
And feels akin to her
Whose footsteps are as still as his,
Whose touch as soft as fur.
- Lois Weakley McKay
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Night by Lois Weakley McKay -
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