Only Two Weeks, the Promise
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It was only suppose to be for two weeks, that was the promise,
and she was suppose to be very quiet and have a small appetite;
well that turned out to be a lie- she eats like a bear after hibernation,
she is so loud at night, I have to shout out- QUIET!
Soon, two weeks became two months, and now we are two years,
she does have some flaws but she looks at me with big green eyes;
and my heart warms, and when she kisses my cheek with sweet love,
I forget she is long overdue and an unwanted- GUEST!
But then, I feel sad for the house intruder because she is homeless,
unwanted, cast out, with no place to go, and so she stays;
I come home to find the house upset, the living room a total mess,
cushions on the floor, things scattered and her- ASLEEP!
Oh dear, what to do with her, should I find her a new place to live,
should I insist my sister who sent her, take her back;
the truth is I would miss this house invader so much I would weep,
so I whispered in her ear, this is your forever home;
and I christened her, Snuggles- Le CHAT!
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February 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Only Two Weeks, The Promise
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 880-087-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by the contest, An Unwanted Guest
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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