My Take
DiVoran Lites
We’re feeding our neighbor’s cats.
They live next to the woods,
Three black cats with yellow eyes,
Now, doesn’t that sound good?
The other stays indoors,
A brown Abyssinian girl,
She purrs and rubs against our legs,
And gives her tail a whirl.
We give her little tidbits,
Put treats down in her bowl,
She lies upon on her back,
And takes a little a roll.
If we could catch the feral ones,
they’d hiss and scratch and bite.
And when they got a chance
they would run away in fright
Too bad they cannot trust us,
Those cats with yellow eyes.
If they were not so terrified,
They’d get a nice surprise.
Old Things R New 
Ha I need all the mental stimulus possible! Ir is good for the brain.
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My two favorite poets! I am looking forward to celebrating National Poetry day on Thursday. When I was young my grandparents farm had feral cats. I tried and tried to catch one so I could pet it but I never did. My grandmother always took scraps out to feed them.
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That’s neat, Louise, we speak poetry to each other. Cool.
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Feral cats live in fear- they don’t know who to trust. They do respond to kindness,- but patience is a MUST!
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