Eight oclock

Several times,

Someone pounded on my walls,

Miraculous earlier food arrived canned and two bags the kitties love,

And a bag of Chick O lay,

No kitty litter,

No knock,

No horn,

Opened the door it was just there,

Eight O’clock I open my food for one of three or four women,

No one else or an animal,

Never male!

Published by Val Whitewolf

Val Whitewolf Go live on TikTok everyday. Two emails valheikewhitewolf@gmail.com and valwhitewolfpoet@gmail.com only one. I've written every day for over 500 Days but I didn't notice that I've had 11 days you can keep your virtual things so you mean nothing to me I know how many times I've written Val Heike pen and spirit animal Whitewolf .. https://www.tiktok.com/@valheikewhitewolf?_t=8i4NOlqQ9nC&_r=1

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