Ginger Cat Under a Swirling Night
A ginger sentinel guards the roof in hush, While cobalt heavens whirl in sleepless fire; The town below exhales a lantern’s blush, And every window warms a small desire. The moon unspools its gold through drifting blue, Each star a stitch that mends the darkened air; The cat drinks silence, watching worlds renew, As night keeps turning, tender, vast, and rare.
Size
A3 (30×42 cm)
Frame
0.00 ₣Framed