On my night drives
To the abode
A bunch of the strays
Like the ones
N and I fed
Skippy
Fudgy
Spotty
Are fighting over
Some loaves
That
Someone has left
In the sidewalk
I pullover
To get closer
To the party
Hell ya,
They abandon the food
Taking shelters
To the wall
To the lamp post
To anything
They just want
To see me go
Except one
Which kept nibbling
An eye on the loaf
And eye to my eye
I don't think
He was the hungriest
He knew
I was harmless
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