‘SHE-HE   JO-JOE’

Oh, what a twist of fate
A feral cat climbed over our gate
It did not beg for shelter or food
It just wanted to gage our friendly mood

A boy or girl we did not know
So we named She-He ‘Jo-Joe’
This She-He black cat has a knack
The quickness to catch chipmunks and rats

That’s why Jo-Joe is a fat black cat
Catching out-quicked critters for a snack
Jo-Joe you have strange things to eat
As you prowl and roam these dangerous streets

We feel bad you have to stay out-doors
Where it’s cold or when the rain pours
Though you sleep and shelter under our floor
We only wish we could offer you the indoors

We know you appreciate our loving help
You occasionally leave a mouse at our door step
We know you don’t have kittens far or near
As we have observed your neat clipped ear

One day, one week, then one month passed
Our backyard, you did not show
Sincerely, we really do miss you
Our roaming black cat named Jo-Joe

We still think of Jo-Joe as living
In our hearts that She-He touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
Jo-Joe did not know it was loved so much

Apparently, you have lived all nine lives
With various Neighbors and Friends
We think you are somewhere purring
Living life number ten

Living life number ten
Forever gone, no returning again!