LOVE

This is not about my cat.
(She made me swear to tell you that.)
She isn’t reading what I write.
She hasn’t hogged my lap tonight.
My cat is not the topic of
This verse; instead, she says, it’s LOVE.
(And that’s the way she spells it, too:
All-cats is what she calls it. True.)
The point is, she’s not even here.
I hope I’ve made it very clear
That this is not about my cat.
Okay? I’m glad we had this chat.

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About Michael

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