Puzzled cats by Kathryn
When yet another lover flees my king sized bed
and leaves me cold and lonely in the night
I wonder on the thoughtless words I've said,
Or if for him my eyes ddon't glow woth light?
I lure them in with all my female arts.
They feel I'm like a spider with a trap.
to lure ,devour,digest my handsome guests,
Some think there should be warnings on the map,
But most who find me feel they have been blessed.
I give them my attention and desire
I give them gentle care and sing sweet songs.
I give them comfort by my winter fire
Oh,come back ,sweet one,don’t desert me yet,
The clothes I washed for you are still quite wet.
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