Hospitality
She came in the winter.
My Tiger shared of his food.
He did not begrudge her eating.
My Tiger cat is good.
This spring she bore a set of kits.
There are exactly four.
Tiger watches as his feed
Is dwindling more and more.
We must go to the store.
For 50 word contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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