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| Rascal A fluff of fur when he came home with me I kept him inside, letting him get to know That he was a special addition to the other three Who lived in the cabin, never alone It was a special kindred that we developed He went with me everywhere inside Even when the females hissed and yelped It was always with me he did abide But with the weather turning warm It was time to allow monitored outdoor time 20 or so cats outside, door opened; they swarmed Sometimes to a new guy, they were not too kind Several days went by, he stayed out more and more Then it looked like rain, so I called his name "Rascal, Rascal, come on now indoors" Afraid he had left, I went out to see, hoping he came I see what I see every day that I see A cat came from here, A cat called from the roof They wanted to be petted, spend time with me I called for Rascal, but he was not afoot... Fearing he'd left, worried for him I went back inside, stood at my door Then I happened to look up, and there on a limb He was gazing right at me, laughing for sure! By the time I got to the side of that tree He had moved from the limb to the Y and waited No way could I climb to get him free So I called and called, "Come on Rascal!" I said Rascal scrambled down the trunk of that tree Scrambled up, flipped over as if my arms were his bed I took him inside, but he only snuggled to me It was fun in the tree--but "inside," he said, "instead!" |
Looks like a comforting read. Really liked your description of the cat when he decided to descend the tree, could feel him in my arms.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for taking the time to comment. I'm really not a poet and would never claim to be, but sometimes something has to be said and Rascal was up a tree! LOL BTW, I would often find him there afterwards, but he chosen smaller trees so that I could reach up for him! Smart cat!
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