A Can
There's a can in my van.
It's turkey and giblets.
It's wet cat food, but not for my cat.
It's not for me, either.
It's for the stray cat or dog that crosses my path on any given day.
The animal that is lost, sick, homeless and sad.
I can't catch the strays- it's pretty hard. They are slippery little suckers.
But if I see an animal wandering the streets with heavy eyes, I will crack the can open and leave it on the pavement.
.49 cents, on sale.
Not a bad price to give an animal a meal to tide it over while it looks for its way back home, or way into any home.
It's turkey and giblets.
It's wet cat food, but not for my cat.
It's not for me, either.
It's for the stray cat or dog that crosses my path on any given day.
The animal that is lost, sick, homeless and sad.
I can't catch the strays- it's pretty hard. They are slippery little suckers.
But if I see an animal wandering the streets with heavy eyes, I will crack the can open and leave it on the pavement.
.49 cents, on sale.
Not a bad price to give an animal a meal to tide it over while it looks for its way back home, or way into any home.
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