The Neighbors Cat - Pet
This passing “pet”
he’s not ours yet
he plays his hunch
stops by for brunch
too big for a Speedo
he wears his tuxedo.
He’s tender, he’s tough
though he longs for the touch
soft scratch, or deep rub
purring….Oh God, it’s love.
©10/8/2019
PET – Poetry Contest
sponsor Regina Riddle
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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