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By John I. Blair

There he is,
Zander, all shades of gold.
Looped across the top

Of cardboard boxes,
His cloudlike tail drooped
Loosely down the side.

That wedge-shaped face
With slanted tight-shut eyes
Shows only innocence, bliss.

Who would ever guess,
Laughing at this languid length
Of fluffy, feckless fur,

Hes liaison to leopards,
Kin to cougars,
Cousin to Mistress Grace?

2010 John I. Blair

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Pictured Below: Zander


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