Rose City Kitty
In the Rose City
My eyes stare, as I,
walkwith care the way
any true cat would I move
both in darkness and in
the morning light
Dilligent and Discreet I
swiftly sell my sweets In
these Rose City streets to
Forget that perfect popular
and exceptibal color of grey at
about a quarter to three before
dinner sks, that rarely see blue.
The wind is softly flowing
The past, presant, or future
girlish ghosts of me are
simultaneous. If you frantically
find me carelessly carousing and
Careening, remember to let me
Spend some time with
September !
At 33 i died my hair white so
i wont see it lose its color wehen
its robbed by the rouge age
Though getting old and tiring
trying to keep inline
with life.
Purrf....ing time,
Ill always find
my way back
to you, to
My home,
The Rose City
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