The cards are dealt
promising to foretell a future,
in hope, a wealthy one.
Glistening eyes, amber and green
(cats eyes) as deep as her affection.
A soft humming;
a purr of contentment,
as she studies the outlook...
Will it be chicken or tuna for dinner?
Maybe accompanied by
a saucer of milk?
Cat eyes shine.
Her gentle lick brushes her lips,
(the same lick she lays upon my hand)
as she dreams her prediction
will come true…
Mystic moggy collects her cards,
and scampers to my call -
”dinner time!”
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