Mr. Spots

Scabby, matted – one eye blind
you just wouldn’t think – he’d be a find.
Hung around – looking sad
Didn’t need a cat – he looked bad.
Persistent and sure – that old Tom Cat
was really skinny – needed some fat.
Finally gave in – put some food in a dish
let me know – that was his wish.
He visits each day – looking shiny and good
he knew I would help him – I surely would.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2001©