Tom Cat Is Unowned and Unencumbered
Tom is stealthy and sneaky
He feeds first and ferociously
It may be his only meal for a day or two
He likes this porch; people leave out kibble
For their spoiled prissy stuck up feline
She is a pretty thing, but not to his taste
He is a Tom Cat; he prefers the more feral felines
They are much more to his liking
They understand the importance of living life loudly
For tomorrow is not promised
He is a Tom Cat, he is strong, he is street-smart
He is unowned, unencumbered,
A shadow that lurks around at night
Eating from the bowls of the prissy spoiled owned cats
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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