A Little Cat
a tiny white showed up today a big stain of grey on her back
she looked at me and asked where is the food today
as my good departed cat show it the trick of beg
and let me know what I should do
bolt to the stoops every morning with food I provided
should the bowl reappears in my life or should I close my eyes
undecided I listen to operas and a tune I sing hit the road jack
and come back no more
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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