Meowsings
The gifts I bring are safely dead,
But end up in the trash instead.
Now I think I see the light
You want a gift that squirms with life!
I know just what will do the trick,
It's long and black and rather thick.
Here you go, your living treat.
How cute it moves without no feet!
Why you running out the door?
Come back, sit down,
I'll bring you more.
Copyright © Jean Bush | Year Posted 2020
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