oh metafur…

under the bed

is a secret hideout –

a play space for soft paws and lost objects –

but every now and then –

something round slips out…

Tomorrow she will go,

the foster cat with the softest fur –

and a sing song purr –

and i am so happy sad

that she came when there was no room at the inn,

and we let her in.

She let hidden truths slip out.

I am an inn keeper.

it’s in my DNA.

and there is always room.

purhaps You are too.

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