a patchwork cat
sits at the top of the stairs
and speaks to passersby.
i wonder what she says...
apparently
she only mews at
the gentler sex...
are you big with kittens
or the sympathy of friends?
koneko,
cold meat is your dinner tonight...
if only because
i haven't cooked it yet.
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That was cute, do you really have a stray cat?
i dont keep it. it wanders outside.
I have a stray too!
my roommate picked it up at the river, it's a badass cat.
Street Katz.
Stories of cats....from the street.
Heather's cat kept pooping on her bed when she left for school.
She almost became a stray cat.
Now a little old lady has her.
Everyone is happier now.
Nice poem! :-)
Lauren writes like T. S. Eliot
...like a five year old t.s. eliot...
^__^
:O
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