Silky Bow
By Sunday O
Published 12 September 2016
I feel the fragile glass holding it in place,
the dust and old wood, rusting.
Looking at the front again
A bow as bright as sparkling silk
Is tangled onto a fluffy kitten.
There's a particular kitten,
That makes me smile.
With my kitten peering his heart out,
With a smile on his face.