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
^ ^
>^<




Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2026-06-20 at 02:43

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
So lovely to have that relationship, and finely expressed in your poem. Blessings, Allen
2026-06-20