Smokey
Not the way to treat a loyal friend.
You showed up near the barn today.Pretty cat, a coat of smoky grey. I spoke, you jumped in fright.Instantly leaping, taking flight. Whoa, relax, no need to run away. Pretty cat, a coat of smoky grey. I try to reassure with a soft voice.You continued to run, your choice. Wondering to myself, are you a stray?Pretty cat, a coat of smoky grey. Brought to the country, dropped off.No way to treat an animal, I scoff. Snows deep,...