We call him Prince,
Regal in stature,
Grey with white bid and socks,
Met him in 2020,
Smart in looks and manner,
Not a hair out of place,
‘The’ neighbor said with meanest that he was dying of mange last year,
Prince is sturdy and strong,
The Fat Albert of the neighbor hood,
Still missing white calico who is pregnate,
I sat on my deck the only one in trailer park with roof on porch,
Kitty cage near,
Amish bought dry kitty food my kitties have chosen not to dine on beside me with my kittie kennel,
Prince struts across the gravel,
Wanders over meows ‘What’s up!, in his best Mel White’s kitty voice,
Smartly climbs my four shallow steps,
Sounds like ‘Meooooow Meow!’ with southern feeling!
Long and drawed out!
I said ‘Hey baby, Prince want some kitty food!
You know what the owner of this property did?
Took a sniff,said his hellos to me,
Walked off the porch and laid by my big,
The mosquitoes found me,
I plan on knocking on a door or two this morning to see if anyone has seen Molly the white calico momma,
She is so sweet,
On her long ride here to Quasqueton nit a sound.was.heard from her,
Nary a word,
My Mr.Black and Emily,Sophie and Teddi sang the most annoying tune from Ossian Iowa to Quasqueton,