Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
Ferrel cats creep under porches to escape the rain and snow. Some have half a tail or a missing ear. My cats watch them from the safety of the warm house. They chirp, and stare.
I wonder if these pitiful orphans once had a home and knew love. Did the owner abandon them to be unburdened by empathy.
I wish I could save those wild cats, those princes of the alleys.
Sometimes, they wander over to my porch. I put a can of tuna out. They look at me with cautious green or golden eyes. I tell them, it’s going to be Alright. I know it’s a lie. Winter is coming. But I feel better for a second. And that’s all that matters in this playground of a world.
Thomas,
I think all men have a Galahad gene so when confronted with suffering, we long to mount our steed and ride to the rescue. Domesticated animals, as well as mistreated friends and damsels in distress get us all excited and in those times when we made a positive difference, we declared the nobility of our souls.
Vol
and this is what we do to feel better be they cats or humans - Your ending of ' Don't you think? " is really quite effective to cause one to consider and question their attitude and actions when confronted with the suffering of others. - well done, sir. -carl
Playful but serious look at the state of different classes in society...and how those in the warm houses scoff at those who are outside in the cold, clawing their way through life with only thin fur as a jacket. Winter is coming, yes. And these poor cats know it won't be alright.
Oh this metaphor is the cat's meow.
j.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..