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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