My Sunday Friend

I wish I knew his name.  Sunday in the late afternoon he saunters by for a visit.  He is fearless.  I once saw him stare down a dog.  But on this day he came just to sit and share some rubs.  We have become friends and yet – with all the tags the poor little creature wears – I still don’t know his name.  He is a beautiful biscuit color with tips of marmalade – just like a breakfast delicacy.  He comes and visits and stays as long as we can sit outside with him, and once done, he goes on his merry way back, I am confident, to a family that loves him.

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