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Poetry Friday: Pet Poems
Who doesn’t love a good “tale” about a pet?
It’s Poetry Friday and since I’ve already written my Medium.com post for today, and have three pet poems written, I thought I’d join in sharing with the group this week.
My pet poems were prompted by a call for submissions to a literary magazine. Unfortunately, none were accepted, but that’s actually okay, as I felt the self-editing and submission experience was efficient and positive.
We’ve had cats as pets over most of our married life (35 years) together. First, there was Scamper, then we added Mitzi. Then, we got Harrison. When they had all passed (they were indoor cats) we got Lewis and Clark from a farm near where we lived. They were blood brothers as well as barn cats with a host of other tiny specimens that rubbed our legs the day we went to pick out a cat, which turned into cats.
Lewis and Clark were with us for many years, well over a dozen. They grew into fat, affable house pets that most of us enjoyed. When they died several years ago, I was very sad. Lewis especially tugged at my heart when he died only a short time after Clark — probably of a broken heart — stopped eating. His Alpha brother was gone and waiting for him to eat first would not bring him back, no matter how long Lewis waited…which apparently was too long.
