Cat, Fluff and Flower

I am like a house-cat, tamed and content with the slow tradition that every day brings,

But, like the cat, I am vicious inside, when disturbed out of the sweetest thoughts and dreams.

I am like a ball of fluff when my hair cascades down across my vision.

The hair that is the first comment of everyone’s conversation.

But I am also like the delicate flower, blowing lazily in the breeze,

Waiting for the change of season to come and take me along too.

The End

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