WHITE CAT
by Kitty Smith
Fluffy white as fresh fallen snow.
Golden eyes that glisten, a gilded glow.
I found her an orphaned shelter cat,
On a folded towel, trying to nap.
I brought her home, where she sniffed around
Accepting of the accommodations, she found.
We spent our first day, with her curled in my lap
After a giant yawn, she took a long winter nap.
Her name unknown, as she could not tell.
I surmised her name must be Snowelle,
Being white as snow and Christmas just passed,
My loss of Taffy left a loneliness, I couldn’t let last.
A youthful ball of white fluffy fur
Lying on my lap with a musical purr.
Snowelle seemed to be saying a simple thank you,
I hated those barking dogs, that place was a zoo!
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