More Food Please

The winter snow lay dotted with prints Print that let up to the patio doors. Ahh, poor little cat, skinny and cold ! Got a box for a bed, And a bowl of food. Well that cat must have thought This is a Bed and breakfast, Cause it came back The next day and another. Just a little food. Now he brought his brother! Oh my gawd! He brought a friend Then that friend brought a friend. Each day there were more and more Now I'm feeding twenty four ! How sad to say but we will walk right past a tattered cold man Who probably is hungry. Yet we can't pass up feeding a stray cat !