Three cats, four,
at my door;
begging scraps,
taking naps.

Five aprowl,
six ahowl;
homeless born,
hunger worn.

Seven, eight,
congregate
under stars;
under cars.

Nine huddle,
ten cuddle.
Soon there'll be
ninety-three.

Fav'rite spot:
parking lot.
Kitty-cat
habitat.