Buttercup
She's like a tigress -
Mottled dark and light
All at once.
A sphinx up high,
Atop the fridge,
The hearth;
At home.
And in the clicking of her purr,
And in the largeness of her eyes,
She lets my heart roam.
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She's like a tigress -
Mottled dark and light
All at once.
A sphinx up high,
Atop the fridge,
The hearth;
At home.
And in the clicking of her purr,
And in the largeness of her eyes,
She lets my heart roam.
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