Nine Lives
Nine lives my rear
Just one too short
Never again we say
Then a kitten appears
So tiny and playful
Lively lovely soft
Easy to deny the end
Again over again
We know the pain to be
But bond without fail
Sorting through the photos
Recall not the sad dying
But the joy of a life
Gifts of mice and warm laps
Laughing at (not with)
Earnest battles with shadows
Copyright © Jon Bowman | Year Posted 2020
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