There was once a special cat in my life by the name of Mystic; but that’s nothing compared the very special young girl who was a part of my life then.
Meagan, I found your poem, and I want you to know that I never forgot you or Mystic. Please write me.
I had a kitty black and white
He used to sleep
With me at night
He would wake me up
To get a scratch
And on his eye
He had a little black patch
We’d play together all
Day long
Never thinking something
Would go wrong
He was my friend
My pal to
The end
He was hit
By a car
I bet they drove
Away far
by Meagan
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