Ceenoa

I cannot sit where you sat, there is still too much you left behind. I saw you there everyday, basking in the sun, warm with contentment. I envied you and jealously wished I had the same opportunity to sit, quiet and still and relaxed. Now your seat is empty, and it beckons me, calls to me, but the consequences would be too much, teary eyes and runny nose. So, I shall not sit in your seat, your space will not be taken – cat fur does not agree with me.

© ceenoa