Donald, My Cat

Donald

Cat who remind me of Donald, on horse, from ancient manuscript, but not Donald (who is wary of horse or ass like OLD PIAGET, donkey at sanctuary nearby to where Donald live and go look for rat.)

A POEM:

Donald, you are so sweet as

Hen, or any other soft beast

Although if I hold you to my breast

It is like morning star arising.

Donald you are no cat

But my friend. A wisdom

A love, a journey afar

Although you live next door.

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