White Cat
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What of this pregnant white cat?
Her dirty fur a smudge
Against the snow's clean canvas,
She mews at my door for milk.
A stranger to me, she appeared
Without express invitation.
And now, she lingers, like a cold.
This cat is an embarrassment.
Like friends whom I feed
Because I lack strength
To turn them away.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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