Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

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

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L Milton Hankins May 22, 2021 at 9:18 AM Our neighborhood is full of "prissy spoiled owned cats," but it is the feral Tom Cat who is killing my backyard squirrels. I am so mad at him! Caren Krutsinger May 23, 2021 at 7:34 AM I understand this, and he might be pretty dangerous to humans too. My girlfriend inadvertently adopted a cat from a humane society, and it was feral. It bit and scratched her two year old's head, neck and mouth so badly she had to have surgery!

Kim Rodrigues May 22, 2021 at 3:54 AM Enjoyed! Those prissy little cats unknowingly share. Caren Krutsinger May 23, 2021 at 7:34 AM They mew their disapproval from their castles high inside the house as they stare at Mr. Feral through the window.