The Big Gray Cat
The Big Gray Cat
A scared, sad feline once meowed at me.
Food? Best limited to a simple dish.
With all my life’s work I need to be free.
But the cupboard was stocked with tuna fish.
Came visits on days cold and days that swelled;
Playful stretching on the lawn, near my house.
Sat by the trees, or my auto’s tire well.
Mistake? No, front steps, gifted my dead mouse.
Was this a neighbor or was it a stray?
Proud, eager, the body of a large male,
Knowingly looked at me but would not stay.
Large paws, fine hair and a handsome, thick tail.
Winter nears, walk the streets, found his home,
He can visit, glad he is not alone.
-Kevin Bergin
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