The Cat Named Elvis
He wandered into my life.
The cat was a hand-me-down.
He was a rescue given to me.
The cat named Elvis (Costello).
He sleeps in a “bowl” cat bed
when he isn’t crying for food.
His meow is “mreow-w-w-w-r”
The sound is loud, annoying.
But he is my Tabby cat, mine.
This cat has won my heart,
so, Elvis is safe in his “bowl.”
“Mreow-w-w-w-r”, breakfast.
He’s fully in charge, not me.
Second-in-command, am I,
I go to my kitchen to feed him.
“Mreow-w-w-w-r” the cat cries.
“Okay,okay!” I cry, “Patience.”
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