Best Poem of hubert canvas

Ancient Cat
Now what would happen
When a cat's nine life's are spent
And we stand there, feeling insufficient?

It doesn't matter how short or long,
Shown the back or only the tip off their tongue.
Dead they never stop asking for attention

Between our ears, lasting many years,
While other cats come and . . .
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Nine Point Nine
O, you cry me a river.
It must have been the liver
You gave me yesterday,
Today my powder room makes you shiver.

As it came out my other end,
with it a message I did sent,
That the cat sand needs refreshing,
Becoming a blessing to the land.

I know you enjoy this so much,
As much . . .
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