Question Of Identity - Poem by Bill Grace
The stray cat of sleek black coat had with outside time
Degenerated enough to a point of ultimate solution
That three bills later and an overnight vet stay
My credibility was totally shot.
Even the ancient offers of food
Didn't seem to matter much
So great was the betrayal.
Enter "Broken Tail" who is not the same animal as "Shadow"
Or was it "Shadow"?
I can not be absolutely sure.
There is something about a betrayed cat
Angry with his betrayer once friend
That makes even a broken tail
A matter of questionable identity.
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