We have a little black and gray striped cat
Who shows up morning and night for this and that–
A bowl of water, and one of food–
A box lined with blankets to suit his mood,
If he wants to stay the night
And sleep there warm and tight,
He’s welcome to our hospitality
To keep him in good vitality.
As weather grows warmer both day and night,
I hope he’ll still come by to get a bite—
Knowing he is welcome to a healthy share
Of our good fortune without care.
Of course, there’s the occasional raccoon,
Clever bandit who shows up by the light of the moon–
The odd skunk or squirrel or flock of birds,
They too are welcome, beyond all words.
Come one, come all, both large and small—
The strays know that we will feed them all!