Heads bent together, industriously
glueing blossoms back together
they rebuild the arrangement
petal by petal,
communing gently, lips parted
just enough to shape whispered
plans and promises.
And the house-cat rises like a moon,
offering mystical counsel, though,
to his dismay, it is seldom heeded.
And, in her fireside bed, the dog grins
because, despite the feline element,
her pack is together once again.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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