Old Umbrella Tail Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Old Umbrella Tail
Doesn't wail,
He just claws
At the covers
Getting recognition
For attention
To go outside -
If the doors opened wide.

Then pausing to consider,
Or perhaps to remember
Why it is he's there
For a jaunt in the midnight air.

Holding back for a moment
Until a message's sent
From the sleepy master above -
A gentle, but persistent shove.

Out you go into wet and foul
Perhaps to into garbage prowl,
Regardless, be gone -
For I've a bed to warm.

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