The Stray Cats
The Stray Cats
They come every morning,
And wait by the kitchen door.
When I walk past them to the boutique,
They follow me down the road.
When they brush their tails
Against my foot,
I carry them into my house.
They like the way I give them food:
One for each in five little bowls!
And they love me: I know for sure
But if they come in the night
To sit under my window and yawl;
I just pick up my broom
And shoo them off.
08/10/2018 (MM/DD/YYYY)
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