The cat comes in and
leaves again, reluctantly.
My foot against his butt,
I am eager to close the door
on the chilly morning.
He is undecided as to a plan,
weighing his food bowl
against wild life in the yard,
no doubt.
It’s good to have options,
I’ll agree.
And tolerate the draft
as long as I can,
which is not enough
for him.


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