My friend came home to come inside.
Where he knew that warmth and love abide.
And he could sate his appetite.
And know that it will be alright.
He knew his human worried so.
Each time he said he had to go.
The back porch light would soon be on.
To know he shouldn't be too long gone.
The world can be so very scary.
When he goes out and dawn is nary.
And winter weathers on the front.
As he goes on his evening hunt.
I know it's just my neighborhood.
But things can happen, you know they could.
So each time that my friend comes home.
I hope that he'll no longer roam.
Since that one day when he came in.
I feel that he is now my kin.
So when he's gone I feel alone.
And wait to hear his crowing moan
That let's me know he needs to go.
Back out into the rain and snow.
You see he doesn't seem to mind.
He's truly just that sort and kind.
To keep him locked up in the house.
Just doesn't work as he starts to grouse.
And starts to call his feral friends.
In hopes imprisonment soon ends.
This isn't what I hoped would be.
The first time he seemed to like me.
As he just came right in the door.
To mark his spot and to explore.
I guess I'll just clean up his mess.
It's the best I can do, more or less.
Letting him out when weather's bad.
Is not an option, and just makes me sad.
So here we are together and warm.
Where grousing and rousing is now the norm.
But what else can a human do.
When one and one add's up to two?
Note: Muffles is my stray cat. If anyone can say a stray is there's. :/
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019
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