Small Pleasures

As a child she had clutched
The strays to a skinny chest
Begging to keep just this one
And was always denied.

Now shafts of sunlight
Catch random cats curled on antique quilts
Or on windowsills between the ruffles of curtains
She smiles small smiles
And sighs small sighs of contentment,
Makes another cup of tea
And ignores the cat hairs in the sugar bowl.

–Pamela Kosted

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