Sweet Little Cat
I once had a calico. The best was she.
Every morning she would come to me
daintily on tiny feet,
wanting food to eat.
I miss that
sweet
little cat.
My joy was replete
till cancer made her retreat.
From her pain she had to be set free.
I once had a calico. The best was she.
Jan. 22, 2023
for Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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