Paws On the Block
Cats on my veranda
Where do they come from
Persian, Manx and Siamese
Marmalade and Tom
Out of hedges, under cars
Across the yard they run
Hungry felines - some in heat
Up to greet the sun
Hear the opening of the door
Chow time is at hand
What's for breakfast they meow
Yummy dry or canned
Scrambling for a morning meal
Heads around the bowl
Hissing, snarling, tails lash
Slow ones take a roll
Blackie, Morris, Mrs. Grey
Tokey, Mr. Mew
Sammy, Suzie, Butterscotch
Lucky, Baby Lou
Mother cat and Buttons,
Nikki, Louise and Ben
When we started feeding them
There were barely ten
Kittens born here in the spring
Have sprung a whole new breed
With the coming of next winter
Many mouths to feed
We love our tiny faces
who gaze up at the door
But goodness gracious - jeepers!
Let's hope there are no more!
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