horoughly Poetic Thursday #1 2020
Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
In 1972 she was out of the playpenthe but the tree was in.
She had inquisitive hands.
It looked funny but at least it would not
fall on her head.
She was ready to go but her legs were slow.
She had wheels but was lacking skills.
Our hope was by spring she'd grow.
No worries though she traversed the living room
like a pro.
Oh that look of pure glee on her first Christmas
remains in my mind's eye to this very day.
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