Lucie Loves Me

When Lucie came to live with me
she wouldn't let me pet.
Now she pleads and rubs and begs;
I'm glad she did forget.

She talks to me, day in day,
and tells me what she needs.
For a petting or some food,
she pleads and pleads and pleads.

She comes to me upon my bed
and snuggles up so warm.
Through the night I might reach out,
caress her sleeping form.

She was afraid to romp or play,
she didn't want a ball.
Now she chases laser lights,
attacks me with some gall.

by Terry Hoffman

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