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

Date: 1/19/2019 9:17:00 PM

They so often ARE truly the scorned, esp. those who are blind in one (or both) eyes. Interesting ink! ~ Gershon

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/20/2019 8:13:00 AM

Thanks again.

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/18/2019 4:56:00 PM

Love the theme, and the poetry..

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/19/2019 8:32:00 AM

Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you stopped by.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/18/2019 11:07:00 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
Date: 1/18/2019 1:07:00 PM

Aw, you should've shipped me one.