Morning
Wars
She
must have heard my room door creak
For
she’d be waiting at my chair
The
war would start with laptop there
Between
her ears I’d have to peek
While
stroking fur so soft and sleek
I’d
try to nudge her to the side
But
she would move where screen would hide
The
battles drove me clear insane
But
I would like to fight again
I
sure miss Snickers since she died
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