Catsongs I: (Livia Remembered)

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Lived your life in fur and whiskers
Fourteen years on four small paws,
Ate the heads and left the bodies
Of the victims of your claws.

I poked you and you scratched me,
Each claw like a tiny knife,
And through it all I shared with you
Some of the best times in my life,

Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.

Your indifference to that puppy
Selling bog roll on the telly
Made me love you, so I didn’t care
That your breath was smelly.

Your little kidneys couldn’t handle it no more,
Not unlike pope John Paul II but he had fewer paws.
You were not that religious, also unlike pope John Paul.
And he lived in the Vatican, but you had never been there at all.

Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.

Last year dead,
Year before alive.
This year, still dead. Sad.