Our Move, Cat and Regret
"There are potential regrets we can detect and reset; regret possibilities we dumbly initiate and keep strumming; and regrets that quick boom mute to any choosing tune." ... Poet
When Mom sat me on the ground, oh, meow, what fun I found.
Loved the out, but now I need in more, so I call and rub our door.
Where's our stuff they carried out, I still smell familiars about?
They just don't hear me yet, I'm sure there's no reason to fret.
Soon I'll be warm, in loving arms, eating food fresh from farms.
I've waited so long ... I regret my lark and fear a loud dog bark.
Dad might show for the mail, see me, restore my confident tail.
They'll pet me and apologize for my situation they didn't realize.
Until then, I can't nap curled tight, I may need to run or fight.
Please, sense me somehow - let me in where I should be now.
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Honey, I just can't stop sobbing, and I see your jaw throbbing
to keep from crying, too. We did all we could - this can't be true.
We searched yards, streets, the moving van, we shook his treats,
looked in sewers, all while calling his name. This is plain insane!
We waited until four am though we are worn out and had to soar -
there's 1,000 miles to drive, a set time to arrive and more fact-jive
that may cost our sweeties' life. I feel nauseous, this'll haunt us.
Man - why didn't he come? No way this can ever be positively spun.
Hey, call your brother, I know he'd diligently search for our sake.
Out of state? Who else might look? This can't be our baby's fate!
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CayCay Jennings
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