Saturday, March 18, 2017

Left in the Street Valentine

If you find this note
Know that I am a prisoner
Of a deeply psychotic cat
With borderline features
Somewhere in this neighborhood
But if I told you the address
You might try to rescue me
And that would only make things worse
Because she's the kind of jealous lover
That won’t let you out of her sight
Bites your ankles if you leave
Her alone too long at night
But in the morning in my lap
She curls all’s reconciled
Even lets me sip my coffee
If I’m quick and don’t drip
And let her have her nap

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