In the early morn that halloween day
when Tiny Terror traveled our way
he passed five dogs without a care
a scruffy kitten with coal black hair.
He snuggled close, always around,
underfoot, without a sound
and one day traveled out the door
to cuddle closely nevermore.
Incredulous, the look I get
whenever I would dare to pet
the hungry cat deserving food
unless, of course, he’s in the mood.
…and so, I must be satisfied
with older brother by my side
and hopefully, on winters day,
a black cat next to me will lay.
Until that time, a shadow stands
upon the fence and lets no man
abscond with such a slender prize,
so velvet smooth, with glowing eyes.
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