Old One

Daily Note
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,
Sheri Edwards
One ear gone; survivor, he
Ambles house to house
Stretching, spraying: I am King.
Abandoned, kind eyes: we feed him.
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1087 days of posts in a row
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart