I swear officer of natural causes the cat just died.
It was long lived in cat terms very, very old.
She was a good cat if I said not I lied.
You can see the shed hair on everything so bold.
She lived a good life orphan Annie adopted from an infant.
Only requiring food and attention and a clean litter box , attachment to humans was instant.
Movement out of the corner of the eye.
I guess another day when the wondering is constant.
I ask you disciple of Justice
Can I be prosecuted for something that just won’t die?
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Author:
Keeter C (
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- Published: July 30th, 2025 15:23
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Comments1
A most interesting poem that asks a serious question set in a poem of a less serious nature. Well done
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