Return When the Hour Calls

How it Ends is

just the beginning.

Sleep here tonight, then leap

out that bright new door.

See, I love you too much

to measure.  Tommy, may that day

come again, where

I curl into a bowl and you purr,

where you speak and I know

Love has not one boundary, not one!

Dear One, return

when the hour calls for the

orange and white joy

that the soul of a cat can bring.

Look back when you can,

and remind me of love when I feel

too empty.

J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 8/2017

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