a stray cat
without a collar
appears at your door.
striped boldly
in grey and black,
some white fluffed in.
green eyes
like lanterns peer
into your house,
you can hear the purr
of hunger,
of needing affection.
it wants out of the rain.
you know this cat.
so you let her in,
sometimes this is how
love begins.
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