A Litter Love Poem
For my dearest Paul
By: Angela Gillaspie © 2001
When you bend over and grab the litter box top,
To my knees I want to drop.
The dust cloud rises from the trash,
Gagging me and giving me a rash.
Scraping the dung out of there,
I know you love me and really care.
You pour the new litter in,
Carefully crushing any lump,
As the cat circles and waits
So that he can take a dump.
When you change the cat's litter,
My heart goes all a-twitter!
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