Oh Marius, he is an Indy cat.
Kokomo's where he roams.
He never wanders far away
From his food bowl or his home.
If I could pack him in my bag
And fly him across the sea
I'd take him to the land of the Scots
Where he would live with me.
But alas, alas, he will not go
For he is an Indy cat.
I'll fly away and he will stay
And that's the end of that.
Video footage by Benjamin
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May my meditation be pleasing to Him, as I rejoice in the LORD. Psalm 104:34
6 comments:
Suzanne,
It was wonderful to meet you Sunday evening! I love your poem. Just finished teaching a poetry class. . . would have used it as an example!! Have a great week
I think you can pop back to my blog from this comment. . .
Ross and Philip and Kathryn's Mom!
Bravo, excellent poetry/ Loved it.
Happy Mother's day! You don't know me...I'm one of your daughter's friends. Have a lovely day of red roses!
~JCP
Hi Lori - good to hear from you, and it was nice to meet you too. I will definitely pop over to your blog.
Hi SOG - uh not exactly "excellent poetry", but it did shoecase Ben's video clip which was my intention.
Hi JC - I've seen you around - thanks for the sentiment. See ya later, gater.
He-he-he, not "shoecase" > "showcase."
Shoecases are much more useful than shoecases. Especially showcases of ... growl ... *poetry*.
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