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Patio Cat

By John I. Blair

Patio Cat, with patience,
Waits each day
For me to walk outside.

She doesnít hide;
Iím bringing food
In a jar that rattles.

We never talk;
I nod at her,
Then fill the bowl

And sit apart
On cement steps,
Pretending Iím not looking.

After weeks
She doesnít keep
A watchful eye on me,

Trusting that I will not pull
Anything suspicious
While sheís eating.

Iím the meek
And scruffy man
Who picked her as a friend.

Sheís okay with this
Relationship, okay
Iíve never asked her in;

But when sheís full,
Off she strolls.
Discretion is good sense.

©2018, John I. Blair 7/25/2018

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