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White Cat

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What of this pregnant white cat?
Her dirty fur a smudge
Against the snow's crisp 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 © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 7/6/2011 1:49:00 PM
That is the problem with stray cats; feed them once and they come back. But who could not feed a starving cat? A poem of strong images and of compassion. Nicely done.
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Date: 5/13/2011 8:00:00 PM
Leo, you have a good heart,, turning away a situation is a test... we all have to experience,,, and your lack of strength is the beauty inside ,,, take care,..Linda
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