Purcilla was spotted at a glimpse, purring, hungry
Her crystalized coat, appeared first, her eyes next
Her shelter was spotted on the porch, she was hivering silver in a large planter
Tink-tink-tink on a tuna tin, Henry got her attention
He placed the can on the porch, near the door
She cautiously approached, devoured and purred
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this is my six lined poem for this week’s six sentence story, following the prompt word “shelter.”
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There are so many strays and not enough Henrys.
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Amen!
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I am glad she found the food Henry provided on the porch.
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Kitty has a good hearted servant
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Henry has made a loyal friend 🙂
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If you want to catch a kitty’s attention: whisper, and bring the tuna!
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I love how you write about what part of her appeared first (her eyes second) – that is such a vivid line!
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Thank you!
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