The Homeless Cat
On my front deck, he comes at night.
It kills me to watch homeless, shivering cats.
What do they eat, whence do they drink?
When rough winds blow, where do they sleep?
My cat looks at him with her tender green eyes.
The flameless Christmas candle in the window,
flickers as they softly communicate...
Watches them as they stare with love for each other...
He just comes to visit and departs.
Both act like long, lost friends.
It's almost like a scene from a magic theatre.
A scene, I am blessed to be part of!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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