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This old gal…
Was lucky enough…to have a snow day…before heading south…the ethereal halo around the moon…a light dusting of white…sparkling…glistening…up before the sun…enjoying the quiet scene…noticed footprints…tiny footprints…leading to that front door of ours…and just knew…our friend…had come to call… Looked closely at the prints…trying to see from where they’d come…do they cross the street…lead somewhere special…a porch…garage…a home…perhaps…for that early rising visitor…is a mystery…no collar…no chip…visits mornings…evenings…sometimes sleeps in a cat bed in the garage… And so it is…the mysteries of life…that adorable friend…showing up last spring…out of nowhere…those tiny footprints…leading to the front door…from seemingly…nowhere…and this old gal…torn about leaving…worried for his safety…that heart of hers…loving him…unexpectedly…the sorrow…the unease…the concern…coming from…seemingly…everywhere… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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