HIM

He always marched

Beside me

Dwadling his craggy face

Find his time to Mess with the kitten

Widly scraping the floor

With his grimy paw

Always lean on me

To rub his ears

And want to

pat his shaggy head

Smuggling near my arms

he feels the most comfort

At night

He swaddle in his sweater with a calm

face

BY SANA SAEED