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Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout


He's my little orange scout
he shows me around the neighborhood
as he makes he rounds
Little Peanut Butter Trout...
the name I've christened him
as if it was his given name
as if it was his hidden name
a secret that we share...

He relished peanut butter
and sardines
and licks my fingers
when I share
a tuna sandwich

We like being cats
at least
that is what I think He thinks
I am

when I meow
or chortle in His direction
see how He comes running
His languid orange belly rocking
back and forth
like a hammock

Every cat has one of those
but His hangs a little nearer to the ground
because He's had a tough life all-around
and I aim to get Him back on His paws
into finer fitting form

Living on His own had
done Him more than a little harm
and I aim to help Him get His heart
and rugged body back

He is not willing to follow me home
nor make an attachment
other than to share a meal
a conversation and the friendliest of hello's

He has made a great impression
on my heart
and I think He knows
He can come home with me if He wanted to
maybe this is the arrangement He likes best
--to come and go as a Bachelor
and not get tied to a permanent nest

Peanut
Butter
So much the Handsomest
Than any other Tabby Dude
I am smitten with you
Little Man Orange
Little Mr. P. B. Trout.


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