The Mother Cat
Long Island’s the home,
Of the mother cat.
Max, Mai Ling, and Gracie,
Are so proud of that.
They are well received,
And in from the cold.
In the warmness of love,
That their mother unfolds.
While out on the streets,
The hidden dangers stir.
She puts them to sleep,
With her poetic purrs.
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This poem is for Rhoda Galgiani.
Merry Christmas Rhoda,
This is for you and your cats;
Max, Mai Ling, and Lil Gracie.
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