Luce Stellare ~ Starlight

A Journal reflecting on the softer side of life. A little mystical. Sometimes magical

Willow Cats

They call them pussy-willows,
But there’s no cat to see
Except the little furry toes
Willow CatsThat stick out on the tree:
I think that very long ago,
When I was just born new,
There must have been whole pussy-cats
Where just the toes stick through—
And every Spring it worries me,
I cannot ever find
Those willow-cats that ran away
And left their toes behind!

Poem by Margaret Widener
Artwork by Annie Lunsford of Laughing Moon Artworks

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