Mister’s LamentA Poem by Debbie BarryA scrp of verse I wrote in the middle of the night, about finding my cat trying to get a dead mouse to continue the game, to no avail. A true event. A new nursery rhyme.Oh, squeaky toy, Why won't you play? You we're a mouse, With fur of gray; Now you're dead, And will not run, But hunting you Was jolly fun! © 2018 Debbie BarryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDebbie BarryClarkston, MIAboutI live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..Writing
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