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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!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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