Valentine’s Day dreams

First an opossum crawls into our bed. He’s tame, you cry. Those are just love-bites.

Then it’s a long-haired white cat, purring and snuggling. Get her out of here, you groan.

I wake to a heavy snowfall, the old dog statue in the yard just a bump under the blanket.

Right after drafting this poem, I found out that Rachel’s (short-haired) white cat in London was killed last night. RIP Mario.

Dave Bonta

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First an crawls into our bed.

He’s , you cry.

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