My master, my owner, my human, my friend?
They left for work September 11th and have
Not come home again.
Here I am, I've been alone for days but I
Do not know of the terrorist's ways.
There has been no TV or radio here,
While I'm locked in and secluded from what's going on out there.
There's no food in my plate or water anymore.
I am just patient and watching the door.
Until my master, my owner, my human, my friend,
Might open it and be home with me safe again.
For I'm just a cat or a dog or any kind of pet,
That has been left stranded and undiscovered yet.
Copyright ©2001 Lois Harrington
Rocky Mount, NC
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