Our Ferts

Rascal; in his raccoon mask
Never set upon one task
Stealing sweets and cheese and cake
If you're not quick it's his to take

Hammie; my sweet small old man
Lying board, limp in my hand
Skulking for my things to hide
Eyes unfalter, dignified.

'Tana; holding down her ground
A little queen, shy of a pound
Remind the boys to keep their place
A model of the ferret's grace

Tator; bouncing down the hall
I see him and his tires stall
Teddy Face and muddy nose
Tongue out, sprawled within my clothes

Bandit; lying cold and still
Left us here against his will
Moving: wiggle, stomp, and romp
Rest in peace, lick lick chomp

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