A Time For That Part 2
Francis the sublime voiced feline,
was at the pound for his constant whine.
He entered into serious thought,
of emptiness which, his life was fraught.
And made a firm decision.
At the pound he’d quickly learned,
that cute kitties are not spurned.
With big, sad eyes he would plead,
a country home was what he’d need
Determined was he, a heart to win.
At every human who passed by
Frances would yield his saddest cry
When Farmer Jordan came around
Frances poured out a pitiful sound
Now he proudly sings at, country fish fry’s!
(Just for you, Caren!)
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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