Rose City Kitty

In the Rose City My eyes stare, as I,  walkwith care the way  any true cat would I move  both in darkness and in  the morning light   Dilligent and Discreet I  swiftly sell my sweets In  these Rose City streets to  Forget that perfect popular  and exceptibal color of grey at about a quarter to three  before  dinner sks, that rarely see blue. The wind is softly flowing The past, presant, or future  girlish ghosts of me are  simultaneous. If you frantically  find me carelessly carousing and Careening, remember to let me Spend some time with  September ! At 33 i died my hair white so  i wont see it lose its color wehen  its robbed by the rouge age  Though getting old and tiring  trying to keep inline  with life. Purrf....ing  time, Ill always find  my way back  to you, to  My home, The Rose City