into my lap, claws mostly sheathed,
the insistent kneading
accompanied by soft purr
I have offered my attention
but perhaps was more distracted
than I noticed — maybe didn’t give
the approbation it deserved,
maybe didn’t take in, with enough wonder,
the unparalleled glory of its presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2017
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