The Three Brothers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about some cats I feed. And to remind people to respect all of God's creations. And in loving memory of the sister cat midnight. Black cats, witch cats, oh come on.

Submitted: November 11, 2014

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Submitted: November 11, 2014



TheThree brothers

The three brothers I feed outside.

They live free for no one to control

Hunting for mice and birds and loving people that only show them love in return.

Two all black and one tiger sticking together like only brothers do.

Being too wild to live inside and hope one day have a warm barn to reside in one day.

Respect all God's creatures big and small they're a living things.

Once they had a sister name midnight, her life was cruelly takin away by someone who was afraid of black cats.

It was a life too how could someone be so cruel.

The three brothers keep going on

And some day they'll find a outside homme or barn where they play and hunt mice fancy free on a farm.

by Nos482

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