Merle is gone now, but I carved him a tombstone.


Van cat goes crusin’
Whiskers all slicked back
Ears all pointy
Lookin’ out the window
Sniffs and turns
Moons the tourists
Curls up for a snooze

Wanna ged oud
Alla time wanna
Rromp inna woods
Climb da trees
Chase da squirrels

Not today – ride
The howling sidewalk
Toward the giant houses
Hanging tight on the exit
Leans the wrong way
Nose-bumping tension
Park – chill in the breeze

Wanna play wid da cats
Neva ged to, neva
Look downa alleys
Pounce frrom da bush
Eat da burrds

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