Cats And Filling Stations Poem by Marilyn Lott

Did you ever drive up to a filling station
And while you’re in the midst of roaming around
Hear a rustle perhaps in the bushes
And then hear a soft meow kind of sound?

I have, for it’s a place that seems to collect cats
Their eyes round as a beach ball so curious
All colors and sizes and personalities
There’s something about a feline that’s mysterious

Sometimes they live nearby the station
And other times you feel it’s a stray
But they seem to fit right in this scenario
And we wouldn’t have it any other way

Perhaps they’re just passing through
Probably dropped in just to say hi
Then after hanging around for awhile
The folks got attached to this little guy

So keep an eye out as your travel around
And as you visit friends or relations
You may even be lucky enough to spy
A charming cat at a filling station!