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 !
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