My Boy
By Bee
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My boy - my boy - who comfort brings
and with a raucous cry he sings,
who's only wish is to delight,
and maybe take a crafty bite
out of my unsuspecting skin
if I don't give my all to him.
But then he rests against my heart,
to hear each beat and never part.
Oh would that he my Willow be,
and ask no more than love from me,
which I will give, in spite of grief
and dots of blood from his dear teeth.
I pray that he will gentle grow,
or else sweet love, he'll have to go -
all to the vets to be improved,
with every last sharp tooth removed.
Amen.
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haha! good luck with that Bee
haha! good luck with that Bee.. I say this with bitter experience. However he is so pretty I'm sure you don't mean it
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Thanks for making me 'titter'
Thanks for making me 'titter' this grey and rainy afternoon, Bee Gosh, what an adorable creature, but as this lovely poem points out (if you'll excuse the pun) looks can be deceiving.
Tina
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A beautiful wild creature is
A beautiful wild creature is Willow...yet here is something that cannnot be denied, with that wildness comes a lot of biting and scratching. I remember with my own cats going through the same thing, especially with my turkish van cat, who would get jealous if my affections went elsewhere.
I do so hope you manage to get through this without having to go to the vets.
A perrrrfect! Poem from you Bee.
Jenny.
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Lol. I hear you. I have a
Lol. I hear you. I have a kitten and he is going through a bitey phase too.
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