this poem is written in honor of Maybelle Mary Anne Murry Fleece Marie, a cat with enough spunk and personality to fit her name.
She was born in May,
blythe, bonny and gay,
with spunk, purrs, and play,
her fur: soft and gray
she played with a dart
how funny and smart!
in all the cat's arts
she knew her part
in a move left behind
her clever little mind
worked a path to find
in the nick of time
handsome she did grow,
she played in the snow,
but home was her show,
she'd stay and not go
call her and she'd come
and though there were some
cat-folk thought it dumb
she just said, "ho, hum"
after years of good play,
how now to turn gray?
but youth crept away,
it would go and not stay
she soars now with wings
in heaven she sings
before our good king
who gives us good things
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