SHE KNOWS SHE IS WELL THOUGHT OF

A little life, a lot of love,

she knows she is well thought of;

for all the joys she brought, all the allergies she wrought,

now are precious in my thoughts.

Feline fur, and canine teeth displayed,

soft footsteps, tiptoed as ballet,

a truce of convenience, she and I,

her the upper hand, the sparkles of my eye.

Like games we played, one called fetch,

I would throw, she’d return, with more to expect;

quiet times, and faint, abbreviated meows,

shared before, live in forever now.

I have never, been a cat person,

in my mind, there’s nothing worse than;

But she would look up, to tell you that,

she was who she was, and not a cat.

A sly exit, with only brief clues,

of a successful journey, here through;

in silence, and eased comfort of home,

a little life, now larger grown.

A little life, a lot of love,

she knows she is well thought of.

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