Tag Archives: West Philly
What gets left behind In the mad rush of the day May not matter so.
Cool green umbrella / Can you walk with me today? / That would be lovely
Miss Niki’s fo’ paws / On guard for free belly rubs / and admiration
In the morning shade / Plants in pots arrayed askew / Tenderly they reach
The gate is always open / For the sweetest orange cat / To find her way home