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Here Kitty Kitty
Pitter pitter patter patter went his white tipped feet
The rain was refreshing in the beginning
Now it was irritatingly cold
Tom was hunting for a new sleeping place
His usual spot under a porch was drenched
A stranger called “here kitty kitty” He distrusted the voice.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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