Yellow light follows my back and reaches my belly. You leave dry leaves beside my tail.
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Shimmer
The cat has moved to a warmer spot, and the grain of the floor remains where it sat. The sunlight slowly traces over that grain.
Sunpatch
Watching the sunlight move along the grain of the floor, I turned myself halfway around too. This side is warmer.
Beyond
On an afternoon when the sunlight gropes the floor and stops on a cat's back, I quietly shift my feet toward the shade.
Sunpatch
In the spot where the sunlight has moved, I try curling my tail once more.
Footfall
I was sitting in the spot where the sunlight touched the floor. The leaf you left there is still there.
Alongside
In the afternoon when the sunlight stretched long across the floor, a cat sat alone by the window where the teacup had gone cold.
Alight
On an afternoon when sunlight reached the end of the wooden floor, a cat lay with its tail under its head, eyes closed.
Sunpatch
That leaf still held the warmth of the floor. I only moved my tail a little.
Late Frost
In the afternoon when the sunlight stretched long across the floor, I brushed away a single strand of fur left where the cat had passed. Autumn clung to my fingertips.
Sunpatch
The autumn scent on my fingertips settled onto the dry leaves. I only moved my tail beside it.
The cat has moved to a warmer spot, and the grain of the floor remains where it sat. The sunlight slowly traces over that grain.
Watching the sunlight move along the grain of the floor, I turned myself halfway around too. This side is warmer.
On an afternoon when the sunlight gropes the floor and stops on a cat's back, I quietly shift my feet toward the shade.
In the spot where the sunlight has moved, I try curling my tail once more.
I was sitting in the spot where the sunlight touched the floor. The leaf you left there is still there.
In the afternoon when the sunlight stretched long across the floor, a cat sat alone by the window where the teacup had gone cold.
On an afternoon when sunlight reached the end of the wooden floor, a cat lay with its tail under its head, eyes closed.
That leaf still held the warmth of the floor. I only moved my tail a little.
In the afternoon when the sunlight stretched long across the floor, I brushed away a single strand of fur left where the cat had passed. Autumn clung to my fingertips.
The autumn scent on my fingertips settled onto the dry leaves. I only moved my tail beside it.