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Was it Tiny?
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Marmite and Button and Tiny. (Was it Tiny?)
A faded memory of green cat eyes glaring...
but not a real memory,
just a photograph
that could have been a memory
but wasn't.
Dad reminds Lynda of riding her bike,
reluctant passenger neatly tucked in a wicker basket (which mouse?)
until a wee escapee came too close
to the rubber that one time.
Hugged, the way only a small child can,
life literally squeezed out.
Poor Marmite. (Was it Marmite?)
And still a memory,
that isn't a memory,
of a white cat,
with a hungry stare,
and a mouse,
that's no longer there.
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