I haven’t seen my cat for more than a week as I had been travelling and she was left with a friend. I didn’t realize I missed her so much until I saw a poem I penned down some 2 weeks ago. So anyway, this post is for Zooey.
She purrs like the world was made of candy
Her eyes are not blue like the sea
But rather, blue like cushions in my living room.
She kisses me like we’re the last two in this damned world.
She thinks I’m pretty .
I think she owns my world
And she does.