Poem: The Little Cat
The Little Cat
that comes at night
to the yard
sat regarding me,
as though perhaps
he would consider
trusting a human.
I would like
to be its friend,
but there are
good reasons
for it to be skeptical.
as though perhaps
he would consider
trusting a human.
I would like
to be its friend,
but there are
good reasons
for it to be skeptical.
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