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Every day, a photograph, a poem. Most days he comes by two or three times. Abandoned and on his own, he spreads out to show he’s boss over our cat. Sits by the slider door waiting for his meal, which we provide because of his kind eyes.

Old One

Big Old Tom, so cool,
One ear gone; survivor, he
Ambles house to house
Stretching, spraying: I am King.
Abandoned, kind eyes: we feed him.

Sheri Edwards
021922 050.365.22
Poetry/Photography

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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart

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