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Poem written by my Father, Doyle R. Fosso,

after taking care of my sister's dying cat while she was away at college.

A Cat Kingdom

Cat Nightmare

Burbage and the Praying Mantis

"But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,

The first to welcome, foremost to defend,

Whose honest heart is still his Master's own,

Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him


Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,

Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth:

While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,

And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven."

                          Lord Byron  

A Black Labrador

"The bees are flying. They taste the spring."  Sylvia Plath

I wanna be your dog

Eat or be eaten


The prettiest goat

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