THERE IS A DITTY

About a natural born,
Bob tailed kitty,
Not to mourn,
Though he ain't pretty.

He sports a name,
Short to fit,
Ain't no  shame,
MANX to whit.
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Keyboard time very limited,  progress slow.
Pain a bit less and maintaining on Tylenol.

FOX TROT

Somewhere where we live,  
Back in the bushes,
Shelter do we give,
A fox,  can see how he pushes,
To and fro in his effort to live.

When snow is on the ground,
A chart of his movements,
Is without sound,
However, his footprints  make sense.

I've seen hime once or twice,
Moving with a sense of assurance,
Wary, ready to move in a trice,
It affords me a sense of pleasance,
To see a wild thing so nice.
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I can never get to the camera  quickly enough to get a picture.