Max's Ghost
Once in awhile I think I spy
Out of the corner of my eye,
A movement... just off to the right
But see nothing there in sight.
And sometimes I hear a sound
Like a purr. I look around.
Nothing there, naught to see
But I know what it might be.
The ghost of Max still walks here.
Sometimes I feel he is near.
A movement ... just off to the right,
Like a cat taking flight.
Out of the corner of my eye
He jumps ... and so do I,
But of course he isn't there.
Nothing is .... but the air.
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