Her Sixth Gotcha Day

Her Sixth Gotcha Day
Jessica Marie

Her eyes are fixed upon the marble table
as she sits upon the wooden side chair;
looking to make her entrance, rather unstable;
her emerald eyes study the plates and silverware.
Yet she is unaware that the plates are for her,
celebrating six years that we have been together;
And from being wiry and scared to calm and demur—
we have survived the storms and rocky weather!
I love to hear her purr, yet well I know
that meows are silent, but cuddles are love;
I never want to let her go;
watching her bask in the sun looking at doves.
As she hops onto the table to discover,
the cake with the candle, to her is uncovered.

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August 30, 2014