Tea She strays in sunlight climbing shadows as if were they staircases to another nine lives she strolls in darkness blatantly proud and always immaculatly groomed perfection in a coat of shiny blackness she digs her tiny paws into life birds of a feather left on the doorstep her eyes seem to muse as I refuse her offer in awes I just pause and consider her paws paving the way of scent on a sunlit lawn and me ? I go hunting for tea ... [ next ]