Eight times he looked death right in the eyes,
sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries,
sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind,
left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind.
Another time he got run over by a car.
No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star.
That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors,
often fell off walls but landed on all fours!
Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives.
Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of
Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver