The Cafe Cat

November 18, 2018

If you cannot meet me halfway

Meet me by the swans

Where our seasons together

Played on the water

From September to September light

In the depths a glimpse

Of the life we could not make

And the bodies of four grey cygnets

Grown with us

Their feathers nearly white

Paint their solace of taking flight

Any day now

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