¡pɐq oʇ ʇuɐɔ noʎ ɟı ˙sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ uɐɔ noʎ ɟı ʇsodǝɹ puɐ ǝʞı˥ ¡uʍop ǝpısdn sı ƃuıɥʇɹǝʌǝ ¡ɥooO
I see by his coat he must be a stray,
the untidy look gives him away.
He’s lost his will and is so thin
hasn’t eaten, since God knows when.
I know as I coax him through the door,
There’s always room for just one more.
The other night in the freezing rain,
that little female came…