seeking shelter from the storm.
Soaked with rain, he huddled close,
truly trying to get warm.
I asked from whence he came
and where he hoped to go,
he did not answer me,
I judged he did not know.
He was rather lean of bone
I could tell he needed food.
My heart began to soften,
I just couldn’t treat him rude.
He had four tiny paws,
a coat of yellow fur.
A most handsome cat,
how he loved to purr.
My open door invited
this stranger in my home.
He spent no time accepting,
never more to roam.
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Yes, and it happened kinda as in the poem. Beautiful cat.
The poem is endearing! I assume it’s about your cat.