By Kaelin Miller

One stormy morning I stood on my porch,

I saw a cat, who is pitifully skinny

I went in my home and brought him some meat

the cat gratefully meowed and ate

then he disappeared

The next morning, I stood on my porch,

The rain heavier than gumballs

I saw the cat again, and I brought him some meat

again, he was grateful as he ate, and meowed

then he disappeared again

The next morning, I stood on my porch,

hail falling from the sky

I saw the cat again, still hungry

I brought him some meat

he purred and rubbed against my leg

then he disappeared once more

The next morning, I stood on my porch,

every house was destroyed by a tornado

every house except mine.

but I did not see the cat this time

It’s almost like the cat was good luck