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Friday 11 January 2008

Take me home ??

I sit here looking through iron bars
so many people passing by
som even stop and feed me
though i often wonder why??
last week i was in my own home
keeping warm by the fire
watching the cat dance round me
untill it was time to retire
i'd wake up in the morning
and have a little snack
then i'd fetch my master's slippers
for which he'd pat me on the back
then yesterday the nightmare began
a stranger came and took me away
how i wished i could have spoken
then i could have told him where i stay
so although it says that i'm a stray
bacause i began to roam
please just take me with you??
and give me back that home
it wont be the same as before
and i wouldn't know the way
but a little consideration
and no more would i be a stray.

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i am 49 (feb 2008) i live with my partner, we have a cat called Dai and ilove writing poetry