Whiskers Poem by Rita Maria Jurasic
Whiskers
A tender cat she was. She lived to be 16, and died, being held by loving arms. Afraid of the thunder roars. Brave under the bed covers. Her purrs were unforgettable. Her walk so majestic. A human touch she had. Never any misunderstandings between Whiskers and her owners. I love you, Whiskers. There will never be another you. You're in my heart.
A lovely poem Rita THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
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7/26/2025 7:16:14 PM # 1.0.0
A nice poetic imagination, Rita. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks