M. L. Kiser Poet Choka

Feral Cats

Homeless Feral Cats,
Wandering around cities,
Know no love or compassion,

From human beings.
Dumpsters become their food bowls;
Car engines, often warm beds.

Occasional mouse
Or squirrel may make a meal;
Then again it may elude.

The dumpsters have more
Tasty entrees to savor;
Like eggs, beef, steak or chicken.

Wandering hoboes,
Are Feral Cats as sometimes
They’ll even hop a train car.

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Gershon Wolf January 19, 2019 at 9:17 PM They so often ARE truly the scorned, esp. those who are blind in one (or both) eyes. Interesting ink! ~ Gershon M. L. Kiser January 20, 2019 at 8:13 AM Thanks again.

Harry Horsman January 18, 2019 at 4:56 PM Love the theme, and the poetry.. M. L. Kiser January 19, 2019 at 8:32 AM Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you stopped by.

Caren Krutsinger January 18, 2019 at 11:07 AM I can relate to this. I have two live cat cages and caught 18 cats in two weeks - I live in the country. A good friend sneaked them into the animal shelter at night into the empty cages. M. L. Kiser January 18, 2019 at 1:07 PM Aw, you should've shipped me one.