
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.”




