A Special Day
A SPECIAL DAY
I must tell what I witnessed one cold winter day
All the neighborhood strays came forth, but not
to foray
They gathered front the most central house on
the street
A striped tiger cat stood on a limb, licking his
feet
Fat Princess Persian came out on her porch, so
proud
Said, “What is this about, Martin,” said it quite
loud
Martin L. Kitty rose up, with dignity, looked all
around
The huge entourage settled, made not a sound
I have a dream,” said Martin Luther Kitty,
“ that all strays get good treatment, their fair
share of pity,
That the underhouse dwellings no longer be
spaces of starving birth, starving death
But the neighborhood populace share a small
portion of wealth
If you can’t take us in, then a bowl of kibbles on
the stoop will do”
Fat Persian Princess answered with a twitch, an
uppity “Meee-ewww”
Enough said, the whiskered hoard rose up,
returned silently to their homes,
Under house, under porch, under deck – the
catacombs
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