The Lady And Me Poem by Dean Meredith

We met long ago
In a previous life
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea

I was her itch
And she was my scratch
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea

Sometimes she'd let me
Sleep in her fur
So soft a bed
The tick of her heart
The lick of her purr

Sometimes she'd let me
Drink from her milk
From her special dish
Me just a pest
With her wrapped in silk

We were so happy
Such an odd pair
A fat little flea
And his feline queen
Her tail in the air

Those were the days
In that previous life
The lady and me
I lived like a king
Like she was my wife

Now I'm long gone
For I was a flea
And she lived on
For she was a cat
Quite unlike me

Sometimes I wonder
If she can see
In her dreams
When she scratches
Her fat little flea

So long ago
In that previous life
The lady and me
When she was my cat
And I was her flea