One day you ran away from me.
You dashed between two cars.
With three great leaps you crossed four lanes.
I thanked your lucky stars.
Five dogs behind a six foot fence
you noticed noticed you.
You didn’t see the seven inch gap
that let them slip right through.
Eight inches from your heels they chased;
you couldn’t take much more.
The dogs howled with dismay as you
slammed through your small cat door.
Twas just that morn nine lives you had;
lost eight while on the run.
You scared me nearly half to death.
Now we’re down to half plus one.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Poor kitty. Lucky kitty.
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I think there really is something to the “nine lives” notion. I had a cat that survived a mauling by a raccoon, being shot in the head with a pellet gun, a broken leg (probably hit by a car) which had to be amputated, among a number of other run ins. She lived to a ripe old age.
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My experience with cats is one and done. My kids were always crying because the kitty got carried away by some critter or flattened by a car. My daughter won’t let her cat out of the house now.
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Oh, my! “One and done.” You have so many wonderful turns of phrases. My daughter has an indoor-only cat, too, after kitty was gone for weeks, then came home looking like she’d been wrung through a wringer.
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Yep Picasso really wants to go outdoors but my poor daughter goes into palpitations everytime she thinks about it.
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Maggie- very clever! I love the poem format and how you wove the story around it! Haha- had to think a second about the half plus one…😺
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Thank you! I wondered if readers would understand that last line. Glad you enjoyed it.
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I’m so impressed, what a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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You’re welcome!
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