She was such a cat in her soul, asavage, wayward a little.Purring lazily, touchyIn the sun, she love
She was such a cat in her soul, asavage, wayward a little.Purring lazily, touchyIn the sun, she loved to bask by the window.She was such a cat in her soul,Which is not stroked against the coat,Catching the invisible spangles of the stars ,Loved green tea and you a little….© -- source link