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Once a cute little bedraggled stray
who wore a tuxedo colored gray
charmed his way into our home to stay.
Regal, royal ruler of the floor
howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!”
Escape artist foils guard at the door.
Now the dish is gone, the house is still,
no pattering paws, no purring trill.
Bones laid to rest on top of a hill.
Copyright © Pamela King | Year Posted 2021
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