My Christmas Cat
She’ll always be my Christmas cat
though now disease has come to her
and made her skinny! Despite that,
she’ll always be my Christmas cat.
I still recall when she was fat.
How sweetly loudly she would purr.
She’ll always be my Christmas cat
though now disease has come to her.
She reaches out her paw to me.
And with a small “meow” she speaks.
She’s never had temerity!
She reaches out her paw to me,
for she’s still got tenacity.
A Christmas treat of mine she seeks!
She reaches out her paw to me.
And with a small “meow” she speaks.
Dec. 28, 2018 for Dear Heart's
'Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 - ' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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