A desperate kitten,
On a cold November night,
Found by a church,
Before a snow storm of fright.

Eyes of green and silver,
Coat of black and white,
Tail curled beneath him,
Staring into the night.
Gently lying on the printer,
Taping the bird with his stare,
Fixing on him with a lick of his chops,
Almost transforming it with his glare.

Living a life of leisure,
With plenty of love and care,
And two more cats to keep him company,
But the down side is all the cat hair!

 
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