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© THE SHEBA CAT
You smile, with your whiskers turned up
As I look into those bright blue eyes
I feel as if you can see into my very soul
You touch my face,
With a warm soft paw
As you gently kiss me awake
each day,
You want to be fed, watered,
and turned out
into the warm spring sunshine
where you run and you jump so high,
Your mask of brown and tan
gleams in the early morning glow
As you put on your fantastic show
Sheba, My Darling Siamese..
You really do as you please
from dawn till dusk..you purrr,you yawn,
"Oh my, Was that a Sneeze"?
'Round my feet you turn
weaving a magic circle
of love and devotion
To This Can Of Tuna In My Hand...
Oh my dear Sheba...
You'll belong to no man!!
Written for my Sheba 10-5-84
I lost her on November 7th 1993
she was My Grand Old lady
at the age of 17
Sheba..you are not forgotten...
Kc Sievert-Bingamon
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