A black and white long hair
getting up there in years.
She's not my cat
but she knows I'm a sucker.
Once a day
she comes looking.
She'll stare me down
and guilt me in to a petting session.
She sheds black and white
to paint a grey on the sleeve.
Now she can get back to
being the old girl that she is.
She will withdraw
to sleep away her day.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
A black and white long hair
getting up there in years.
She's not my cat
but she knows I'm a sucker.
Once a day
she comes looking.
She'll stare me down
and guilt me in to a petting session.
She sheds black and white
to paint a grey on the sleeve.
Now she can get back to
being the old girl that she is.
She will withdraw
to sleep away her day.
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