Luna

She sits on her pedestal perched like an Egyptian goddess in a forward recline, then looks back at me, as I lean forward and stroke her soft sleek black-brown fur back. Something she’s used to by now.

She freezes up (only out of habit), slow blinks and goes back to her purring meditation and eventual sleep.

She is the gentle acceptance of a leaf blown by the cool wind outside.

She is recognition and rest; a lesson for this moment in time.

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