Tracy WatsonBrown - Epitaph for a Cat

Bare lies the mat on which you sat
and the chair you scratched.
Your claws retracted
Permanently and yet
Fleas still eat me and
a faint whiff of wee
Reminds me that, though flat,
You now roam free
Having left your mark on me.

Tracy WatsonBrown

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