The cat’s out of the bag
He’s wandering scared
Free crouching
Mohican hair ridge
Eyes wide
Teeth and claws ready for
Instant injections of
Spitting fear and hate
With so little chance
But wishing desperately for
Rescue
Cat kin
29 Oct
This entry was published on October 29, 2019 at 12:21 pm. It’s filed under poetry, Promote yourself, Uncategorized and tagged cats, Choices, faith, family, Journeying, love, photo, poetry, Reflection, time to talk, Uncategorized, Well Being.
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