November Cat Poem

November Cat Poem
My cat came inside this evening
And he smelled like November
His coat was cold and crisp
Smelling of wood smoke 
And yellow grass
His whiskers damp and twitching
He shook his coat
As if to shake off the cold
His soft meows told me stories
Of the wind and fallen leaves
Rodents he had failed to catch
And birds he longs for some day
My cat came inside this evening
And he smelled like November.

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