The Commitment...RV the Cat

But first...

you must commit.

Every soul needs

A commitment

Even the cat.

Ours came from a trailer park

Far away in Texas.

It was not fancy...

the Trailer Park I mean.

He was black and ferocious

Surviving on his wits.

But the commitment was

What he yearned for.

We loved him

even as he scratched to escaped 

And marked the corner.

We thought to name him after

The cage that brought him to

Oregon

And commit we did.

RV we called him.

We memorized him

and his name

Gone now, missed

But not forgotten.

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