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The Silver Fellow

Poetry By: Chrysta

A tribute to my darling cat, Fuzz.

Submitted:May 31, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

I know of a handsome fellow,

With eyes as green as a summer meadow.

His thick, silver hair I've stroked with my hand,

Until he purred with satisfaction.

He sleeps in my bed every day,

And follows me wherever I go,

And cries when I am gone.

You could say that he loves me very much so.

In his eyes I am a goddess,

Full of never-ending love and tenderness.

Since he was small,

I showed him fun and affection,

Cared deeply for him,

And dealt with him when he was bad,

But I could never really stay mad,

Not long after,

He flops bown beside me,

Begging for attention.

And I give it,

Because of course,

He is my cat.


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