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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Oh, the precious experiences that went along with that commitment! Thank you so much for sharing!
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