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In isolation,
marooned in desolation,
I crave your fun-shine.
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Stroking your soft fur,
being licked by your rough tongue:
comfort in hard times.
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I can add sparkle,
documenting dreary daze,
recalling your eyes.
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
I am in my Covid-19 lockdown bubble by myself -- missing my cat, who died last year. I wanted to get a kitten from the animal shelter the day before lockdown, but I had to prioritise going somewhere else.
The shelter closed before I got back and I was not able to give a kitty cat and myself a better life.
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