Constance La France Poet Ottava rima

And This Is Love

I found her in the morning. Was she dead?
In her secret place, darn it was hard to see;
My tears were falling and I was full of dread,
I sent a prayer upwards with a wishful plea.
Through a haze of tears I decried a still head,
And I carefully brought her to my knee;
We stayed this way for a very long time,
I kissed her.  Oh, she had been a cat sublime !




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May 10  2017

Non Iambic Pentameter
Ottava Rima/And This Is Love
Copyright Protected, ID 899475 

Written for the contest, Descry
Sponsor, Rob  Carmack

Fourth Place

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Janice Canerdy June 21, 2017 at 11:42 AM Constance, this is so sweet! Congrats on your win. Janice

Rob Carmack June 21, 2017 at 12:56 AM Smudges? Was this name a result of the appearance of her coat? Thank you for supporting my contest & congrats on your placement.

Constance La France May 10, 2017 at 3:34 PM This is fiction for the contest. My 20 year old Smudges is doing pretty good for an old girl. I am not kidding myself the years are there and each day is a precious gift, I am trying to prepare myself for the heartbreak~