From Kitty To Cat
In seven months he’s grown into
a fat and sleek and loving cat.
I’ve kept him from the snow and rain
and predators and woes like that.
A small grey kitty visits him
through sunroom glass door every day.
After she cleans her plate she stays
to bat at him as if to say
I know you have it nice and warm.
Your meal is a meow away.
I’d like to join you but I fear
all human kind, so I’m a stray.
I try my best to coax her in
that she might live in luxury too.
My slightest move sends her away
and there is nothing I can do.
Raccoons and possums come to call.
He watches as they find her dish.
Perhaps he’d like to join them there,
but I’m afraid to grant his wish.
In the big world, danger abounds.
I do my best to meet his needs.
So he can only sit and watch
the little grey cat as she feeds.
By: Joyce 3/17/11
Won a 6th in contest
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