As he curves into my arm,
resting his ebony head on my shoulder,
kneading my neck with the cool pads of his paws,
his purr passes through me,
cleaning out last season's dried weeds and spent dread,
like a gardener pinching off dead blossoms.
He's purr-uning me.
Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.