Freedom Cat Poems

I greet you with my canary tweet
Sweet midst liberty your meow can’t beat
Let’s have duet now
For sure, it’s a wow…
Along melody of freedom treat. 
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Dirty, matted fur, with clumps missing 

Black fur, but looks brown form mud 

This stray cat has had a hard life 

Thrown out by it...

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Nibbles McCheesy was ever so speedy
And scampering all round the house
Trojan the tabby was getting quite crabby
For failing to capture that mouse

That cowardy custard could...

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These kitties are my family
and I really do love them so
I care for all of their needs
and I hope they’ll never go

Rescued strays are what...

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She, suffered in angst and a deep loneliness,
As her jasmined poertry, was new and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness 
or honesty?”
Against seas...

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Snow leopards are beautiful, wild animals that are endangered due to poaching and habitat destruction. They are not aggressive to humans, which is probably one...

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Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were...

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  "God sends them without wings so 
we will not know they are angels. "
 
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The other day,
a beautiful cat appeared at home.
Very friendly.
Looking well cared for.

The cat decided to take
our patio as a place to sleep.
Every morning,
He meets us...

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Surely
I am not
The only one
I remember
Thousands
I walked with
For a non nuclear stance
Now
Silence

Even before
Those brave humans
That took on apartheid
An battled
The Queensland government
Silence

And where's
The freedom voice bus?
Students...

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I looked out my window and what did I see,               ...

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I have a cat with fur as soft as silk
Always Keeps a greedy eye on my milk
A cutie, I love so much
Sometimes, she acts like...

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Mesh
Of my window screen
In spring
Licked from the inside by our inherited old lady

She is made of bird bones
White whiskers
Wearing her oversized fur coat in the...

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Was he passing a baton my way that Friday, his last dawn, last day
in flesh that felt? The poet in me thinks that’s so, for...

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Living Together

The small mouse crossed the floor, 
fleet of foot, and fearful for her life. 
She did not want to wake, 
the farmer, 
or his...

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