The Call of the Wild The susurrus of the leaves Of the trees caress softly The little tabby’s cheeks And whispers the wonders Of the world in waves of winds Blowing in sweet soft hues Of the sunshine iridescently scattering like ropes of rubies. Share thisPrintFacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Stephanie Suh I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome. View all posts by Stephanie Suh
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