TO A TINY CAT NAMED CICERO
by Jim Dunlap
Once, a long, long time ago,
I had a cat named Cicero.
He loved to lie upon the chair,
And groom his snow-white, silken hair.
As a kitten he would wail
And roll around, and chase his tail.
He loved to play with balls and strings,
And other small and mobile things.
He never showed a sign of fear,
And sometimes liked a sip of beer.
And the talent he developed later
Was to open the refrigerator.
Now years have passed, and time gone by.
His soul has gone, beyond the sky.
Heaven surely has a place
Where tiny cats can romp in grace.
