Creamsicle cat
Has sixteen whiskers
All of them white, but one.
Draped like a scarf
Across my pillow,
He wakes, lifts his head,
And trills a soft question.
One brown whisker
Among all the pink,
And white,
And apricot--
A reminder that, while
Elegant and lithe,
Beloved and beautiful,
He is not precious,
But ordinary,
And gorgeously at peace
With his ordinariness
And his single, brown whisker.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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