Ode to a Calico
Your hair is everywhere
But usually on my bed
The place you came to cuddle
And liked to sleep on top my head
Sometimes while I was reading
You’d sprawl out on my tummy
It made it hard to breathe
But I still thought it was funny
At the sound of a can opener
You would run into the room
Where you are right now
I only can assume

I will miss your little head bashing into my face
And never seeing you again
I know just ain’t the case
So somewhere down the road
Where we meet I’ll have to guess
But I will bring a can of tuna
And make us TNS
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I love that picture! Nice poem… you are a regular Longfellow. Really, it is very Jasmine. Maybe Steve won’t need quite so much allergy medicine now when he comes over. And Alicia was at the Tag Sale too… I forgot it was so long ago. Sweet Jazzy crack… sound of my heart breaking