Vagabond Feline

When you fled
The wind blew hard
I feared you were dead
Beyond my backyard
I couldn't find you
What could I do ?
Devastated was I
I cried over my vagabond feline
Luckily, Tuesday you came to me
Scratched up nose and ravenously hungry
No longer to wander
No longer to roam
At last my darling fur gypsy
You are back home.

11/6/18

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