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Small Sentry


much older now
your whiskers greyed
they told me
how we all get there

still
my left shoulder aches
in the exact spot
where you once lay in my crooked arm
all night long silent and un-moving

my small sentry
my little bun-warmer

its odd
how it hurts me more
not just when
I  hug myself so tightly
my left shoulder tingles
but in the knowing
it is a lame mimicry
an attempt
to recreate your warmth


legal copyright for this poem/ode
and also for this writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site titel
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
November 2, 2018 11:01pm PST time/date stamped
An homage/ode to Sweet Boy, Tigger Le Pounce. Always and Forever.
re-edited because Tigger deserves the best 11/5/2018 12:09PM PST





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