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Celebrated in Poetry: Calico Cat On Moving Day

February 22, 2021 By Paula Fichtner

 

A calico cat on moving day;
Crouched in a corner, lost in dismay ;
New homes ignite  profound feline fears;
The rooms she was leaving had been hers for years;
Her silkiest cushions, her roomiest chair,
Her best hidden bookshelf  no longer were there;
New windows would surely not be as they were;
New wallpaper would surely not match her fur;
Neighborhood cats might sniff at her style;
Would brand new doormen give her a smile?
Once packed at last in an old cedar chest;
She counted her patches and hoped for the best.
All this and more tortured her mind,
Until she arrived and what did she find?
The walls were indeed a mysterious scene;
And a red tiger tom on the corner looked mean;
But one doorman was nice and the windows were right;
Sun would stream through them from morning to night;
So curling her tail to fit under her paws;
She decided to stay and accept minor flaws.

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