My Companion
"Dusty", as her name suggests,
Is gray and sheds in every room.
At my side she likes to rest:
She purrs, she sleeps, she plays, she grooms.
Never learned her hunter's role;
She's lazy and a little fat.
Mama's made her slightly spoiled:
She's got no appetite for rats.
Stalking mice was not the deal,
We struck so many years ago.
All I give her are two meals
And every days she lets me know:
Troubles of the world outdoors:
The chasing of escaping prey,
All the fights we fought before,
Are not allowed to steal our days.
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"...a poem a day, keeps the shrink away!"
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Synopsis
Edited excerpt "Ink Melodies".
The subject of the poem is 15 years old and recovering from a difficult week. Thanks for the good thoughts!
Published Date
7/31/2009 12:00:00 AM
Published In
Ink Melodies--this is an edit & abridgment
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