Fickle

I owned a cat once

Charlie the grey and black tabby;

And I loved that thing so much

Languidly lounging in the sun

Or hiding as lion in the grass,

I wanted him to live forever…

Then dog came loping into our lives

Big dope chasing balls

Nuzzling affection like some

Love-starved, bone chewing moron

Until I forgot cat ever existed

And no longer remember

If he ran away or simply died;

What was his name again?

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