Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #519
The Feline White As Snow by Belinda Roddie The feline white as snow preferred to rouse me from my slumber in the early morn - three thirty AM, to be exact. Out he went from my bedroom, though I was torn about shutting the door. And yet, I craved... nay, needed more than a few hours of rest to handle being back in class. I braved the traffic and elements to the best of my ability so I could teach on campus, mask and all. And yet this youth of a cat was quite keen to each night breach the unspoken contract 'tween us. Yes, the truth of the matter was, the door would be closed, and he could receive love when next I rose.
