Stress

February 10, 2009
By
red the cat

all alone the birds and me,
The breeze and fresh air blowing.
Knowing he is under me,
woods all around
20 years of happyness
then the seizures took over.
Next thing you know he is gone.
In a box under the ground.
Never to be disturbed or frogotten.





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