Ol' Tom's full of charm
rubbing my leg with a feline smile,
hoping for a little lovin' in return.
Not promising much,
just willing to spend a night, maybe two,
before off howlin' for more at another door.
His gorgeous green eyes honestly twinkle
"no commitment". Perhaps that's why
I offer the porch instead.
by Margaret Bednar, revised November 12, 2018
This tomcat hung out at an old mill where I bought my fresh ground flour mixes. One nice day I opened my van door and Mr. Tomcat hopped in! I picked him up and told him he had it made right where he was! I originally wrote this poem February of 2012 and updated it a bit today.
|As you can see, he had a fine home at Red Mill|
this is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"