Broken Steps

Dave, I love this, can just picture those cuties all snugged up.. :) Wilma

Oh, this is adorable! I love cats. Now they are warm and cozy snuggled up together in the evening. Lovely.

Loved your title, loved even more how this is about cats finding a home...thanks for your nice comments --nikko :)

Ahhh, a place for the homeless cats. So sweet, Dave!!

Interesting thoughts that you have penned in this one...Those stray cats sound like they found a good home for them that was snug and warm..Keep the creative pen flowing...Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara

Great title and well written, love the thread of compassion and even whimsy.Well done. love Heidie

What a wonderful story. You have me smiling with this one. The title intrigued me and lured me in. Always an asset for any poem. Keep up the good writing. Karen

Daver, this is a very compassionate poem - I loved it - great Job, thanks for the encouraging words, God Bless, mj

LOVE IT DAVER THE COMMENT, YES MEN WHAT ARE THEY TO DO.. THEY R ONLY HUMAN. I GOT TO REMEMBER THAT WHEN I DO GET MARRIED WITH MY FIANCE.. SMILES TO U AND HAVE A WONDERFUL MEMORIAL DAY,,LUV IRMA

I used to live in a very, very old house. Well over 100 years old. It had a large covered wooden porch, and under was an opening, where stray cats found a haven, many a kitten was born under that porch. Many a cat found shelter. Your poem brought back some wonderful memories of that time. Just excellent. Constance

Other people's rubbish, a haven for the resourceful cat. well written Daver. ... cheers margaret

Well penned Tanka. I love the ending

NICE ONE DAVER, I SEE IT CLEARLY WE NEED TO WALK BROKEN STEPS. gOD WILL BLESS WITH A HOME. LOVE IT, HAVE YOUR SELF A WONDERFUL MEMORIAL WEEKEND,,IRMA

Enjoyed reading your poetry and I thank you for sharing it with us Daver as you are always a pleasure to read. Have a wonderful weekend filled with good health love and loads of inspiration. Love, Carol

Cats are so resourceful, Daver, and I suspect some of them may be living under your porch steps right now. You do have a soft spot for these precious felines, don't you? You can groan all you want about being a codger, but your soft spot is showing in this wonderful poem. Love, Carolyn