Visitors

VISITORS Each early morn before sunrise They’re on our porch no surprise The breakfast club – many fine cats, Knowing where the food is at, Come from east, south, north and west Convinced our bill of fare is best Lord knows where these stray cats are from If indeed are kept by anyone Times are tough and the jobless have to eat So pets – mainly cats – wind up on the street They pad around the neighborhoods Hundreds hunt for food prowl dense woods We’ve been feeding them now for many years Ever careful not to raise their fears For freedom has a terrible price to pay A careless step may end their days Well, We’d named a little black one Scat Then noted one day she was rather fat We shrugged smiled as days went by But big surprise - Scat had kittens before our eyes!