Poetry

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January,feburary,have come and gone,big tiger said goodbye,after
some food,she brushed against my coat sleeve,purred and said i
have to take my leave,that was over two months ago,hope she found some new backyard,where its safe to be,little tiger is coming
still,and furry cheeky they both get their fill,furry cheeky comes
from a different shelf,different natures for unlike cats,they are
welcome in my backyard anytime,little tiger is number two,and
cheeky furry is number three,but my resident cat tibbo is number
one,since he of course is never gone,but sadly missed is little tiger's mom,so to speak;big tiger's gone,more mild than wild,
like any little feline's child.
Joe.

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