Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Christmas Night

The crescent moon
hanging at an angle
like an open bowl

It catches stars and
drips moonbeams
Enough light to guide
me through my nightly 

Trees dancing in the
wind as the new comer
follows me
A snow-white kitten
who appeared the night
before Christmas Eve
acting as though it
knows me…
belongs to me...

To my knowledge
none of the barn Queens
have kittens that age

A mystery…
Just as much as the
sudden disappearance
of my favorite young
Tom and tiny gray and 
white kitten who both
disappeared after

One to replace two …
a gift from 

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie