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Rebeckah Hassam Poem
My Three Black Cats
I sit outside , with my three black cats.
Each one on their own corner, of the grassy mat.
One cat quite old, the others under four.
Just sitting together, none of them bored.
I feel quite privileged , to be in their pact.
Even though it’s clear, I am not a cat.
I never thought I’d have two cats , let alone three.
But when I met Pickles , he had to have me.
Some people call me , the crazy cat lady.
I don’t mind , as my cats know I’m not shady.
We are quite enjoying this time together.
Even though it’s turned, to cooler weather.
There’s something about , hanging out with three cats.
Close your eyes, you can imagine that.
It’s almost dinner time , for these three.
No wonder why, they all love me.
Copyright © Rebeckah Hassam | Year Posted 2020
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