133 April 18, 2021April 16, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings Catching butterflies Warm spring morning sunny sky She began to cry Share this: Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
How sad and beautiful. My cat, not even a year old, is no longer with us. She’ll never get to experience the beauty of spring.
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 
How sad and beautiful.
My cat, not even a year old, is no longer with us. She’ll never get to experience the beauty of spring.