The Doggie was white,
and the Kitty was black,
as they crouched at each end of the floor
Their eyes never met,
because the rules were set,
that the dog would chase the cat as before
At night came the darkness,
and the Kitty stood up
and headed right straight to the door
But the Doggie just lay there with his head
on his paws, and thought:
"Tonight—is quite different for sure"
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)
‘For Kiley, Hunter, Braden & Parker'
My Grandchildren
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