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The Homeless Cat

On my front deck, he comes at night. It kills me to watch homeless, shivering cats. What do they eat, whence do they drink? When rough winds blow, where do they sleep? My cat looks at him with her tender green eyes. The flameless Christmas candle in the window, flickers as they softly communicate... Watches them as they stare with love for each other... He just comes to visit and departs. Both act like long, lost friends. It's almost like a scene from a magic theatre. A scene, I am blessed to be part of!

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Emilia James

Date: 12/6/2020 1:29:00 PM

Makes you wonder what they could be thinking or even saying to each other through their body language. Does bring a magical and mysterious feel to it, Emilia.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/6/2020 1:40:00 PM

Right on, Emilia, I know they are communicating. Not being cats....a secret from us Pangie cc

Robert L. Hinshaw

Date: 12/4/2020 3:04:00 PM

Tis the plight of many homeless cats, Pangie. My Jeff is strictly an inside cat - I couldn't bear to see him roaming outside in the cold. Excellent write - Bob H

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/4/2020 3:42:00 PM

I have adopted feral cats. I can't imagine you or I Letting ours out. Seen bodies of squished cats a lot. Also bats bite them and make them rabid. Plus some bigger animals here can eat them. Pangie xx

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/4/2020 2:19:00 PM

Everything in life can be put into verse, even a homeless cat. Tom

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/4/2020 2:43:00 PM

Yes, I noticed at PS that use of the water closet is a fascination here and put into verse! I prefer cats in verse. Pangie xx

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/4/2020 11:58:00 AM

Hello Panagiota, no one knows how a homeless cat lives, what they eat or drink. Hugs Darlene xx

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/4/2020 4:25:00 PM

Hello Panagiota, I did see these cats in my imagination looking at each other. I do live in imagination when creating as poem. Hugs xx Da\rlen

Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/4/2020 2:38:00 PM

Hello Darlene. I wasn't asking for a scientific answer. As you are well aware, poetry involves, imagination+ dreams and fantasy. I like to stretch my mind and my poetic soul. I can imagine easily where they go. Feral cats sometimes make the best adopted pets. I had a few of those. I wanted people to experience the joy of these two cats interacting. It was a poem based more on imagery. PS. I do know some places they go.))) Live with imagination and wonder... Pangie xxxooo