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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1465039
When they don't come home!
My Love


I call out your name in the bitter air.
Despite the darkness, I know you're not there.
I start to worry then panic a lot,
Do you know your way home or not?

I wander about, getting all confused,
Feeling offended and primarily used.
So independent, your not on the phone,
This is why I fear for you, out alone.

Always causing trouble or in a fight,
Waking the neighbours in the dead of night,
I should just leave you, like the last one did,
But you’ve stolen my heart, I can’t get rid.

Early morning, I take a look around,
I stop when I hear, a familiar sound.
Out you come limping, from next doors shed
Your in some shock, and needing to be fed.

“She looks like she’s been, clipped by a car…
For the next few weeks don’t let her go far”
Oh, poor little Muffin, poor little cat,
A beloved pet, no longer a brat.









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