There's a thin, stray, black cat
with white paws, skittish, hunting,
but I can tame him with time.
I see him outside and say,
“Hold on, little man.” Whether
he’s a boy or a girl, time will tell.
I set out bowls of food and water
at a respectful ten-foot distance,
and the little man eats my offering.
Before he leaves, he glances back,
and I know he’ll return tomorrow
at nine, though he wears no watch.
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