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With Cats It's Secret

WITH CATS IT’S SECRET stays on fingertips the softness as though rubbed off a quiet presence the expectation in her simple meowing and i understand the dog is open not so the domestic cat so still and secret in that pea green boat the owl and the pussy cat at sea with secrets kitty cat has been to london to see the queen what did he there?

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/22/2014 5:38:00 PM

yes, Daver, I feel so sorry for the outdoors cat. It is like with humans. Getting stuck born into a terrible country of poverty vs. Being born into a land of plenty!!

Joe Maverick

Date: 4/21/2014 4:25:00 PM

Ha Ha,,; I see the Owl and the pussy-cat are being celebrated in these Haiku you do..' Dare to Daver and never ' waver'

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 4/19/2014 8:33:00 PM

"Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do there? I frightened a little mouse, under the chair.'' That one might feel more chivalrous, like puss 'n boots, Daver? No wind here tonight, but the air outside is alive with sounds. Keep well and have an amazingly great Easter! Love, Mikki

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/16/2014 10:21:00 AM

Hola, Daver, oooo, I want to know, why the cat's a mystery, ... When it comes to my dog, I know how he feels, or what he needs.. Never does he look my way, with wonder... But, when my cat looks at me. I wonder, what the HEEP! is it thinking. Where, has it been. It, should not be called Pandora's Box. It should be called, CATDORA'S SECRET..... Guarded well.... xox~ Linda