Cat

A tiger-coloured cat sits with a smile on her face that only comes from secret knowledge. Scattered around her are many white feathers and the cockatoo is missing. Like me, he is now formless, a ghost, and the accusations fly but do you blame the cat for being true to its nature? Or do you blame yourself for leaving the cage open?

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 11/20/2016 10:44:00 AM

Hello Phil,Sometimes the blame could be on the person leaving the cage door open. Or the cat could be lucky to get the bird. Depends on the situation. Anyway I enjoyed your poetry.

Heidi Sands

Date: 11/6/2016 7:39:00 AM

Good point Phil. I once tried to feed a parakeet that got out and hurt my knee trying to save it from my cat. I failed on that and took responsibility myself for the situation.