|Posted by donnafawcett on March 5, 2012 at 8:50 AM|
I'm nervous (giggle) but I'll do my best. I'm pretty new at this so don't be too hard on me. I thought I'd start with some poetic prose.
Fur by Bee Shepherd
Warm and soft, it wraps around me like a cloud on an overcast day. I bury my nose deep into the thickness of my tail and wait for the sun to cut through the icy chill of the dark dawn. Who would keep me warm? Who would hold me in a temperate embrace? My pet humans? Yes, but not long enough. So I nestle into a ball and revel in the soft heat of my new winter fur.