The Stranger’s Cat
Glancing outside my window
and across the street,
I see a tired home
in near darkness.
I wonder who lives there
for I have never seem
your face
oh neighbor of mine.
I wonder if you are happy
or sad,
tall or short.
I know you have love in your heart,
for I have met your cat.
I see the garage door
is always left open . . .
not much,
but just enough for my furry friend
to pass in and out.
I’d like to someday meet
the one who loves my furry friend.
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright – 1-30-2013
This rang melodies of sincere agape love to my heart Martha. Very good!
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Thank you so much! Blessings!
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