Gone Fishing
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Written on July 10, 2023
I’ll hang out here and hope to see
My hungry heart filled to the brim
With one of these little fish, my plea
Is that I’m watching my dinner swim
Carefully spinning, coming back to me
I’ll wait, you see, there may be two
Who would like to become the sacrifice
For a good dinner, I only need a few
Just a bit of tartar sauce will suffice
My only wish, to taste them, to chew
I’ll not hesitate to share my find
With another kitty, someone I like
Who will understand – one of my kind
A purr-fect friend who will strike
With a smile, bringing peace of mind
I must listen to my owner who reveals
The opinion that my hunger could kill
These little fish who would be such good meals
He says that, despite my hunting skill
These fish are pets so their bowl he conceals
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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