The Riddle of the Sphinx
Four feet in the morning, three feet in the evening
By CatsidhePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Gianluca Carenza on Unsplash
A pink, quivering mass curled into a ball
Mewling quietly, forlornly
Tender hands offer comfort
Wobbly steps and falls
Why walk when you can run?
Classes, careers, connections
Family and friends
Surrounded by love
Wrapped in warmth
Gently lulled to sleep
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Comments (1)
Let it be so for the life well lived.