murmur of whiskers
"Murmur of Whiskers”
In pre–dawn hush
you pad across linoleum—
soft paws tracing the map
of my half–dreams.
Your quiet breath
becomes a tethered prayer,
stitching ragged edges
of my nightly fears.
No need for words:
your calm is the benediction
that steadies my pulse
before the world awakes.
meow
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Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2026-06-20 at 02:43
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