Boe
Our
First cat
Is dead now,
But memories of
His strange, quirky ways will remain
Etched in our hearts and poorly healed scratches forever.
(Based on the Fibonacci sequence, so the number of syllables
in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines:
1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc.)
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