Teardrop Cat

by Mary E. Lowd

If all the teardrops in the world
Fell and formed
A glittering, crystalline shape
Sweet and purring
A facsimile of warmth and fur
Would you be alarmed?
Would you worry?
Or perhaps
Would the crying end
The sighing change
As she settles
Heavy and real
On your lap
Never lost again

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