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Encounter

Day 49...Gigi the cat is curled up and relaxing.๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜บ

Good afternoon. ๐ŸŒ…☕️๐ŸŒบ❄️

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

"Encounter" is a poem about a bond, how mysterious it could be and how magical it could be to build relationships with pets, psychologically deep and infinitely
continuous.

"ๅ‡บไผšใ„" ใฏ、ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใจใฎๅฟƒ็†็š„ใซๆทฑใ็„ก้™ใซ็ถšใ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’็ฏ‰ใใ“ใจใŒใ„ใ‹ใซ็ฅž็ง˜็š„ใง、ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ต†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。

๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

Encounter 

At least it was an encounter
A rare occurrence in a lifetime.

Your big ears and eyes
How you surprised me
With your small body
I remember.

At least it was love
At first sight

Your soft fur and tail
How you caught me
With your smooth coat
I recall.

At least it was an encounter
A rare occurrence in a lifetime
At last I found you.

- Michie Lyne

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

ๅ‡บไผšใ„

ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ
ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹

ๅคงใใช่€ณใจ็›ฎ
็งใ‚’ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใŸใ‹
ใใฎๅฐใ•ใชไฝ“ใง
็งใฏ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ„›ใ ใฃใŸ
ไธ€็›ฎๆƒšใ‚Œ

ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๆฏ›็šฎใจๅฐปๅฐพ
ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็งใ‚’ๆ•ใˆใŸใฎใ‹
ใใฎๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใชไธŠ่กฃใง
็งใฏๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™

ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ
ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹
ใคใ„ใซใ‚ใชใŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸ

- ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

Gigi, 2021, Michie Lyne. 
Gigi, 2025, Michie Lyne.
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