Little lost love

This afternoon was bliss

She slept on my chest

I held her in my arms

Cuddling her near

Just a month

Strong and sassy

Little grey calico

Heart on her head

Wiccan’s familiar

Wise beyond her years

Alls Hallows Eve approaches

Tommorrows the thirteenth

Eighteen days left

Wolves shall howl

Fires will crack

I in my mother orange Afghan

Sophie and I will cuddle

Safe and warm

Horrors and scares will go

Bump in the night

Broom in the corner

Invisible man cooking in the kitchen.

I will always recall

October twelveth

When all horrors happed

Sophie got out!

Lucky me I saw her

Grabbed her up

Slid her back in!

What a fright that was!

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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