
This is the one I think of often, especially when I see my little Smokey come loping back to the house after a hunting expedition into the tall grass and bushes on the back of the acre.
She frequently brings us a 'gift' when the hunt is ended.
Because of those gifts, I feel loved.

That verse is just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely verse. Those gifts we get are their way of thanking us!
ReplyDeletecats of wildcat woods
pretty
ReplyDeleteVery nice verse, Roy!
ReplyDelete