In Fond Memory of Sid
From my cat’s point of view for the Sensational challenge
By Rasma RaistersPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Every spring so hard to believe the sight my eyes see when the garden springs into full bloom.
I hear the sound of the spring birds singing merrily in the apple trees.
I can touch the new grass, the dandelions so yellow
I taste the grass it is so juicy
Then I smell the bark of the tallest apple tree and scamper up to the sweet scent of the apple blossoms, at the very top I am ready to sing along with the bird choruses.
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Rasma Raisters
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Comments (4)
Hey to Sid! This was a sweet tribute Rasma!!!
I so love apple and cherry blossom trees. So fleeting, those blossoms, before the winds steal them away. Lovely poem. Blessed be Sid.
What an utterly sweet poem and response to the given prompt. Sid was a beauty of a feline soul.
Now this is a great entry for the challenge.