133 April 18, 2021April 16, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings Catching butterflies Warm spring morning sunny sky She began to cry Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads 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.