Winter Wanderer

Walking stealthily,
Meowing steadily
The winter wanderer.

He is no hunter, man nor beast,
But cat, the greatest of them all,
The winter wanderer.

This feline beast
Relies on man
To feed and comfort him,
The winter wanderer.

He came to us
One frosty night,
That winter wanderer.

poem by Charlotte Pinkney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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