poem to commemorate the announcement of a South Carolina native daughter declaring she’s a candidate for president in 2024
Wet cat at the kitchen door
he don’t live here anymore.
No collar to keep the fleas at bay,
no Kittles and Bits,
no sunny window sill soirée.
You’ve never eaten Mulligan stew
or acquired a taste for mice.
What’s a pampered cat to do?
2-15-23
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