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Tabby Orange
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Where for art thou my sweet little kitten?
Art thou lost, alone without any milk?
Did thou'st forget to put on thy mittens?
The ones that were made of the finest silks;
used to cover thy tabby playful paws?
I hope thou'st doth not use thy sharp claws
where unconditional love sees no flaws
and thee sweet murmurs of purring shall roam
to help find thy way into awaiting arms.
For thou'st is cherished like golden treasure;
come to where thou'st belong my orange charm.
I shall serve cinnamon buns with pleasure
with a bowl of milk that's not frostbitten,
but so warm and soothing like the hot sun.
