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GOTCHA!
GOTCHA !
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep.
But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy.
I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace in your gentle purr.
Your tiny paws, a silent tread, upon the pillow by my head.
Those golden eyes, a knowing stare, you're more than just a passing love affair.
You chase the light, and ambush a sack, the simple joys your presence bring.
I scoop you up, my furry prize, and melt within your loving eyes.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
Copyright ©
Jami Patterson
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