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A Puurfect Friend

When I first got you
I thought you were so
cute,
cuddly,
and innocent.
In time
I found out
you were more than that.
You're my best friend.
You've been with me
thorough good times
and bad times.
You scratch,
you bite,
but I love you
so much.
I dont care
if you're
an animal.
You'll always
be my favorite
furry feline
Misty.

Comforting Sleep

I have slept
too long
once again

and now
I have
missed
my ride.

Forgive me
the bed
was just
so warm
and so comfy.

There was a child went forth

There was a child went forth every day
And the first object she looked upon, that object she became,
And that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The bright, warm sunlight became part of the child,
And the lush, gren grass and the songs of a variety of birds,
And the samll, furry kittens that were born every summer,
And the yipping of a group of puuppies as they play in the sun.

The rich, soft feel of the soil also became part of her,
And sticky, summer morning heat that wraps around the body,
And the juicy, red tomatoes that would end up in the air from games instead of in baskets,
And the watermelons that would always be gone not long after reaching home,
And the beans, berries, and other items that would soon join the tomatoes later that year in cans on her grandparent's shelves.

Her own parents, he that had father'd her and she that had conceiv'd her in her womb and birth'd her,
They gave the child more of themselves than that
They gave her afterward every day, they became part of her.

The mother quiet and gentle, even when tired after work,
The mother with a kind voice, always caring and faithful,
The father close, but soon growing distant,
The father almost always away, yet loving and caring or at least seeming to,
A family of good times and bad.

The winter months falling fast after summer,
And bright clolred leaves and the sweet taste of turkey dinners,
And the garden fading and the littler furry kittens and playful puppies now grown,
And no more sweet tunes of birds, only the flapping of wings.

The sun fading into the pale, cold sky casting a shimmering light,
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.