By M. Shayne Bell Fasting for the sick . . . there is no end to talk of the honeydew. White tulips in moonlight . . . bringing water to angels unawares. Checking fences . . . the dog and I walk in green pastures.
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A Hungry Kitten, Stray: Poetry
By M. Shayne Bell A hungry kitten, stray, two weeks before Christmas: the inn has room.