Today I saw your face appear
green eyes fixed on mine.
Heart-struck am I since you're long gone
sans fur, sans flesh beneath the stone,
you lie as bone. But captured by a shutter press
immortalised these last few years
within the camera's consciousness
Just 44 words for De’s Quadrille prompt word: Bone, In memory of my cat Moog 7/05 – 9/11/23
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