where is the cat
where is the cat? I asked my man.
The only hint was a hole in a tuna can.
We searched that house twice, three times, I guess.
that cat was nowhere in this awful mess.
He has escaped, gone out, is lost I said.
My husband made finger circle rings beside his head.
But then there was a meow from the Christmas tree.
Of course, that is where my cat would be.
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