
Pablo Luis González
Daemon
There, no longer the kitten she once was,
the exuberance of her tail sails proud,
squirring up and down on my eyes.
I speak no language proper.
Days flow calm.
There, no longer the kitten she once was,
the exuberance of her tail sails proud,
squirring up and down on my eyes.
I speak no language proper.
Days flow calm.