Anyway hereâs a poem I wrote about my cat
After âDo not stand at my grave and weepâ, author disputed:
Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. Itâs in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.
I wrote one for my roommateâs cat as well;
Do not stand at my feet and cry Itâs VEGETABLES, you silly guy! Your begging will not change the food Into a thing you think is good Iâll give you things not cheese or meat You sniff at them and then retreat And yet, as soon as chopping starts You run back in and beg for parts You squint your eyes at plant-based food And yet you wonât stop BEGGING, dude! Do not stand by the stove and bleat You donât like this. You will not eat.
















