The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Salford, 4th February 2018

Singing it’s calls in the middle of the night

A black cat appears with four paws white

Out of the cover he pops up his head

Skipping into garden, waiting to be fed

Wailing kept silent, for his owner still sleeps

So round garden with mouse, he gently creeps

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