Joyce Johnson Poet Rhyme

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

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Skat A November 9, 2015 at 11:12 AM Joyce, Congratulations on your Trashed #3 win. SKAT

John Fleming October 18, 2015 at 1:40 PM Nicely penned, Joyce. Best regards! :) john

Lin Lane October 18, 2015 at 5:17 AM G'morning, Joyce. It's nice to meet you through this wonderful poem. I especially loved the way you concluded it by telling the reader that your kitty's mom was feral. That ties into the 'call of the wild' perfectly...well wishes in the contest! ~ Lin ~

Mark Woods October 18, 2015 at 3:48 AM Great take on the contest and a fabulous write. Good luck.

CayCay Godwin October 18, 2015 at 3:42 AM Joyce - as they say, YOU ROCK. A carefree flow and rhyme that encompasses some hard truths about earth changes. I thoroughly enjoyed your write and hope you place it in the contest. It is already a winner with me ... CayCay