photo by Momo
Sunny Fur Ball
by Fro Macoon
Her whiskers flick
At the slightest touch,
Eyes blinking in the bright sun
Fur ruffles in the silken breeze,
Ears twitch,
She is always moving,
Never a still creature,
And yet,
She stretches out in the sun
To bask in its warm, inviting light
A sunny fur ball.
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