Your cat has died
We all now mourn
She had a good life
But she was getting worn
I remember it well
I remember her call
Such a loud meow
For a cat so small
She’d disturb my chickens
She’d wake me straight up
She’d disturb the cows
And Mama dog with her pups
She’d disturb my farm life
Like it or not
She’d pee on my roses
Farewell, fair cat
I’m sorry she’s shot
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
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