A Poem For Milo

 

 

Upside Down, Boy You Turn Me Inside Out

Do you think I’m your mother?

This is not true.

I’ve never suckled the likes of you.

I know not if

You have sisters or brothers.

Sorry, Milo…

I’m not your mother.

Evil Milo 1209

Do you think I’m your servant?

Your personal slave?

Is “meow” an order,

Telling me to “behave”?

You ask for the Moon,

And you deserve it.

But sorry, Milo…

I’m not your servant.

Sly Smile

Do you think I’m your plaything?

A chew toy for you?

Is that why you chomp

On my toes like you do?

Do you think I’m a tree?

Is that why you climb me,

Scaling the front or the side or behind me?

I love you, Milo,

But I’m not your tree,

Your chew toy, or plaything…

I’m just ME!

Me and Milo FB prof pic

 

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Holly G

Cricket is my radio name, Holly Gaskin is my author name. I am trying to maintain three blogs here: My Life With Cats, Author Spotlight and Cricket's Frog Blog. Thanks for checking them out!

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