Barbara
10-16-2002, 12:16 PM
The Abyssinian Cat
His amber eyes, his tiger face,
They speak of jungles, sight-unseen,
Or Abyssinian desert place,
Where my small cat has never been.
His throaty purr, his paw embrace,
The way he always follows me,
Define the central heart-home place
Where my small cat will always be.
a poem by Jean Gorton
I have forgotten where I found this poem but knowing my little Filou, I simply love it
His amber eyes, his tiger face,
They speak of jungles, sight-unseen,
Or Abyssinian desert place,
Where my small cat has never been.
His throaty purr, his paw embrace,
The way he always follows me,
Define the central heart-home place
Where my small cat will always be.
a poem by Jean Gorton
I have forgotten where I found this poem but knowing my little Filou, I simply love it