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Stray Cat
| Oh, what unhappy
twist of fate Has brought you, homeless to my gate. The gate where once another stood To beg for shelter, warmth, and food? For from that day I ceased to be The master of my destiny, While he, with purr and velvet paw Became, within my house, The Law. He scratched my furniture and shed And claimed the middle of my bed. He ruled in arrogance and pride And broke my heart the day he died. So if you really think, oh cat I'm willing to relive all that Because you've come, forlorn and thin Well -- don't just stand there--come on in! ~Francis Witham~ |