I'm putting a little bowl of milk
Out on the porch step
It's just a little bowl of milk
I put it down and left
Wishing on a star
Looking out the widow
From a far
Staring at the steps
It's just some milk
I know that you drink it
Maybe what I want to happen will happen
If I think it
Hard enough
But it's hard eough
To live with
The notion that the milk might sit still
But I'm still waiting
On the porch pacing
I know there's other porches out there
And other bowls of milk too
But this one's for you
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Interesting write, but I don't like the idea of comparing somebody to a cat...