Happiness
She stares at me with
baby blue eyes
A curious expression on
her face
A pointed nose
Whiskers that quiver
Thinking about the
softness of the blanket
Wrapped around her.
The moment she is let
off from my careful watch
She darts across the room
Pawing a ball of yarn
Nails scratching
The familiar texture.
A content look on her
face
Enough to convince me
that she is satisfied
In this momentary bliss.
by Sanjana Pendharkar
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