BOBCAT AND PAINTER
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We’re really not rivals,
Just getting-to-know-each-other-friends…
Trading family stories
As marriage naturally intends.
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We talked about outhouses
And the origin of “AIR-WICK”…
A glass jar with green scented fluid
With a frame and an actual wick!
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I saw one at my Aunt Maude’s place
In the “two-holer” back of a shed…
The jar was up in a corner
And it smelled better than what I did!
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Anyway, my Mom in an outhouse,
Early misty morning so new…
She had the door wide open
When a bobcat walked past in the dew!
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He never looked over at her
As she held her breath in…
Rather vulnerably seated
With the state she was in!
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The bobcat passed not looking,
This beautiful cat was gone…
And Mom was happy to be alive
So glad nothing had gone wrong!
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 