Tiger’s Quilt

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You’re tattered.

A patchwork quilt left

out in the damp

for too long.


Bright morning colours usually fade,

to the greys of a forgettable evening

but the sun is out now

and that’s something to be

grateful for.


Amber eyes watch

my every move, as I dry my face and

wish I was clean.


The scent of freeze-dried coffee

no longer bothers me.

I don’t enjoy

your morning perfume,

the way I used to.


So like a newborn kitten

I’ll paw at these loose strings of fabric

and try not to tear you apart.






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