Once the orphan child of an unknown mother Now the adopted son of another You were chosen when you had tears in your eyes Food, shelter, and love there was no dearth In your new home everyone shared in your mirth But, now, that seems long ago Thrice plus one a fortnight has passed Since a new human brother have you acquired Banished have you been, upon his arrival home To the nooks, to the crannies, and out to the fields you roam Away from the clean and sanitary places The love of your adopted mother you once knew Is all but completely gone For when she gives you the love she promised She must wash her hands of you Don't fret, dear cat For this place where you're at Is a new world, where You're new freedom has brought you A life of adventure enjoyed by the very few No longer are you confined to the singular choice Of using a litter box for your only relief But out among the grass, dirt and leaves You get to leave your mark New friends you make in the woods Meow like a wild cat, and show off you've got the goods Still, inside, you do have a home Not quite as quiet and calm as it once was Cradled you sit in your bed of fuzz Alone though you may feel Know in your heart that love you still get From the adopting mother of your youth Plus that of her husband and child too |
3 comments:
Poor Six. You be careful outside, you clawless little kitty! Great ode, Joshua. When Erin and I lived together, we would write a lot of odes. You know, we'd be sitting around bored and one of us would say, "Hey, let's write an ode!" Okay, maybe that didn't happen, but we did write a few odes... they were really funny ones. Good times.
oh that is the same sort of ode we need to write to our dog...
yet another reason why not to have a pet...
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