Fur-Dried

I know something is wrong,

I can tell from the tears

that seep into my fur,

that much is clear.

I know someone is missing,

though not where he’s gone

and I know that I miss him

but tomorrow’s a new dawn.

I know why the tears are shed

and I’ll allow them for now.

My fur can dry your tears

while I cry out, meow.

© Autumn and emilita Siders 2017
Fur-Dried

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