Life as I know It
A cat with a fiddle
It can’t be true
I know a creature more loved by you
A cat may cry, she meows my way
With Its collar made from cowhide
Swings in her neck of furry grays and white
The cat will wander into my yard
She loves to sit in the entranceway
As no creature gets in her prima donna way
In the quiet of evenings
I may hear her sobbing-like cry
Maybe it’s a mating call, I will never know why
At times when a vicious dog
Gets out from a neighbor’s gate
The cat will hide inside my cape
A cat with a fiddle
It can’t be true
I know a creature more loved by you
Dennis P. Maitim
June 10, 2008
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