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I Think She Is My Mother
I was dreaming of a hunting quest, feral, wild and untamed in a land strange; then, outside my fluffy fur there was a change, the bright sun was shining into our nest. Yawning wide and on the bed my claws- pressed, I am soft grey and a pet of one; I like to prowl pretend mice that in the house run. Oh, on my mother's lips a kiss I have pressed! Well, I think she is my mother, anyway, and I see her eyes flutter and she does stir; MEOW! Is she going to sleep all day ? So into her right ear I loudly purr, I am forced to stand on her chest and plea; Oh! Do get up and make our tea! Then, she hugs me close to her heart with love, and she calls me her little turtle dove! Now, mother is walking towards the kitchen, I zoom past her sliding on the wood floor; yes, ready to do my part- to pitch in, I know mother what dwells behind that door ! That's right, make the tea and in my bowl pour, yes, in my plate my yummy food place; and when I am all full we can play chase . . . so, sorry mother, didn't mean to break that vase! __________________________ March 12, 2022 Poetry/Personification/I Think She Is My Mother Copyright Protected, ID 03-1439-290-12 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brain Strand Formal sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/12/2022 First Place Poem of the Day - March 14, 2022
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