Love is BlindA Poem by Joyce S. GreeneLove is blind but still can smell . . .
One morning she lies in her bed and looks at him, the cat she wed
She's happy as a puss can be for he and she are now a we
She met him just the night before behind some bushes right next door
And though no moon lit up the skies and she could only see his eyes
The light within them turned her on and they were wed before the dawn
Now she looks down at his sweet face and strokes his nose so she can trace
The line dividing his black cheeks as white as all his other streaks
Then suddenly she cries, 'Oh my, what is that smell, has something died?'
But he was having a bad dream and let out an ungodly scream
'We are in mortal danger, run, I will protect you, honey bun!'
And fast away that cat did fly and did not even say good-bye
For she had learned and will all tell that love is blind but still can smell!
© 2013 Joyce S. GreeneAuthor's Note
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