Alleycat in Amber Light.
(To the ginger friend I met today) 😻😸

In my town - chilly and winding ways,
Where cobblestones remember days,
I met a cat, all sun and flame,
And though unnamed, he knew no shame.

He sprawled with ease on concrete bed,
A golden crown upon his head.
With half-closed eyes and knowing grin,
As if the world belonged to him.

His stripes, like stories - a true eye-saint.
Across his sides - a living tan.
A little king, without a throne,
Who live in that alley, he had grown.

No leash, no fence, no need to roam—
The city's heart had made him home.
And though our paths were worlds apart,
He purred his way into my heart.

So here’s to cats who walk alone,
Yet make the strangest place feel known.
A fleeting friend, a gentle trace—
A quiet soul in a noisy place.

TsL. 25
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Whispers of Silkeborg's Shore.

Through mirrored lakes where dreamers glide,
The paddle steamers gently - ride the tide -
Their churning wheels in rhythms slide
With chimney smoke in ribbons wide —
While the ship slip past trees in quiet pride.

The willows lean from either side
And swans swims - like porcelain dots abide
A hush of pine, a drifting guide
Each ripple paints the hillsides dyed -
While a golden hush the sun confides. 🌅

TsL. 25
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