That Sad Day
stay with me for the summer sweet kitty
with bones so fragile and weak
trembling beneath my hand
I still remember
that little ball of brown fluff
you fit in my hand
it has been sixteen sweet years
and now the end is near
I am just waiting
for you to tell me its time _
I dread that sad day
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June 5, 2013
Poetry/Kimo/ Tanka/ Senryu/ that sad day
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All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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