From My Cats
I was needy today
so Gabby climbed in my lap
to deliver a kneading.
She seemed quite content
to ply my soft belly with light steps
and to nuzzle my whiskered chin.
and distraught by my intentions to write.
She wished not to debate my problems,
didn't truly demand I return her affection,
just content to tenderize my tummy.
And then it occurs to me -
Were I to be more intent on planting virtues
I should be less in need
of uprooting vices.
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