They say they have got nine lives, They're NOT though, 'mans best friend', Though any I have rescued Have loved me to the end. We even brought one with us, When 'cross the 'pond' ' did fly, Been heartless to have left her, Methinks, e'en pets do cry. (Sheeba) When she passed, got a kitten, That was 2013, So he is now eleven years, At showing love, quite keen. (Solo) - [Solomon} He also has a 'brother' A cat whose owners left To travel to the west coast, He was alone, bereft. (Sweep)
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies