When Summoned By My Queen
My Callie was a queen, chocolate with caramel swirled.
The inside of our house was all of her little world.
With her tummy feeling empty, she’d come by dawn’s first light,
and delicately creep on small feet like socks of white.
She’d get up very close to me, to summon me from bed
If I were slow to feed her, her white paws would bat my head!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Tribute for out calico, who died from cancer at age 18 several years ago.
For the Contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Six Lines of Poetry, Please
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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