Island Kitty
Alone in the sand
would drive me mad,
if only my black kitten
I had.
Snuggles and purring to
pass the time,
chasing of buggies and
dandelions.
Someone to talk to who
never talks back,
stranded forever with my
pet kitty of black.
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