The Garden of Hydrangea
I’m a cat, for I’m curious
wandering and yearning
under the hydrangea, I wait for you
when silence falls
dewdrops quiver and fall
coming from the depths of the cage
you walk among the hydrangea
your quiet grace enchanting the wind
an unearthly creature you are
far kinder than all, far wiser than all
here you rest with me
in awe or in fear, they can’t hurt you in your garden of hydrangea
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