Call of the Wild
My house bound kitty sits beside
the tightly closed back door.
I cannot let him out for fear
he may come home no more.
Bold coyotes watch our country home
for any chance of seeing
an unwary duck or chicken
or any warm blooded being.
My neighbor's cats were slaughtered
right in front of her startled eyes.
So I have to turn unhearing ear
to his imploring cries.
I do not blame the coyotes.
Their hunger must be sated.
Most of the land where they once roamed,
has now been fenced and gated.
My kitty has never been hungry, but
he still hears the call of the wild.
His mother was a feral cat
and he is his mother's child.
By: Joyce Johnson
Written October, 2015
Trashed # 3 contest sponsor Broken Wings
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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