Short Feral Poems
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Today
I saw a coyote…..waiting
......for the light to change
John G. Lawless
1/11/2022
Born feline and left forever free to run;
Try but they’ll never be domesticated;
Feral life filled with unequivocal absolution.
~little robin in
the tree a feral cat eye
-ing thee fly away~
8/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.
pair of amber jades
set in glistening black foil~
rats scurry in fear
April.6. 2022
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Robert James Liguori
feral cats arrive
to feast from daily-filled bowls-
manna from heaven
March 19, 2021
Contest: Let's Get Creative With Haiku
Sponsor: Constance La France
Addendum
Per-some
Hi-you-yelly
Allendaw-Dew-Daw
Stroked...
I-There-Now-No,
Another... And!
-Gray Squirrel
12-31-2025
The heart, a feral beast
The heart, an indigent and feral beast,
Is a wily and treacherous creature
Enticing me to act on base instincts,
Who is the slave and who is the master?
July 27,2020
sometimes I am a cigarette burning into your/my skin
sometimes I am a corpse rotting into your/my dark
sometimes I am invisible
often this is a noiseless void
often this a soundless numbing
often I am wrong
Form:
The two feral cats
Into the backyard
Stepping on the deck
They stared inside
Then slowly waked by
Watching the glass door
One cat looks angry
The other is calm
I've given them names
One is Romeo
The other Patches
They come often
O, feral feline, femme fatale
Her fancy footsteps faintly fall...
..In far-flung forests, in fables tall
Winged fairies flutter
Flights of fancy enthrall
Prancing through the sea
I play in the tide,
carefree and viral;
Internal compass,
no net ensnares me;
Dancing my way
unique gestures;
In sync currents,
I’ll never lose;
Sweet soft steps,
a swan dive
all at once;
Feral
daydreams
glide.
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
Feral instinct, fear and control
Seeking domination
One-upmanship, the only goal
From God, separation
Stuporous mind in fog
Tail now wagging the dog
Think! Pause! Reboot, re-log
From soul de-linked
Feral instinct
21-August-2021
Quietus
This smile isn’t just a show,
it holds stories of silent roads,
walked with grace.
There’s calm in the eyes,
but the heart does carry waves.
Every glance tells of moments lived,
not just days.
No drama, no show,
just the quiet strength of a soul
that has learned to glow.
©Chitra Arun
Their hearing’s sharp; their eyes are keen.
They lurk in shadows; rarely seen.
The hunt goes on; but lose the fight,
against these killers of the night.
The traps are set; the bait is scent,
one tiny flaw, and hope is spent.
Their cunning mind, brings hope unstuck;
a hunters guile needs more than luck.
Feral Fragments
Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco's spinning untamed spiral catastrophe.
From Fractured Fragments
9-7-21
Contest Liberum Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
The golden horizon can be feral
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;
Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;
Low growl reverberates through blue,
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;
That sly kitty is a feral blue hippie.
The human form so slightly alters
And tells a tale of times gone by
Even when the voices decry
Our spirit never falters.
Spinning with each turn of the globe
Dancing forms are changed
Some may say we become deranged
As our skin begins to disrobe.
Feral creatures control the floor
Our hackles raised as we dance
Giving ourselves to our trance
Two legs shift to four.
She was feral
She was real
And amazingly wild
Long talon like nails
And razor sharp teeth
Eyes like a cat
Born with curiosity
Born so feral, wild and free
Screams like a wildcat
Hear her screech
Best if you stay
Out of her reach
So feral
So individual
Cannot be taught
Tamed or schooled
Feral yet still somehow
Dangerously beautiful.
Blatant display
of weaponry
on Republic day,
perhaps tradition,
invoking pride
and patriotism
but somehow I feel,
such muscle flexing,
crass and vulgar,
is best avoided
by all regimes
who so flaunt
aggressive intent
but there’s a vote bank,
that looks forward
to fanning fires
and so the monarch
goes with the script
which is proven
to keep him
and his cronies
in power.
Much like the feline ferals who occupy my street,
I am quite comfortable living among people, but I do not trust anybody.
Trust has to be earned within the feral community,
which I have gained many times among my local cat colonies.
I also encounter people I grow to trust, but sadly,
very rarely.
If you fit the above profile, more or less accurately,
then allow me to welcome you to The Feral Community.
Wild berries and poison ivy wrap me,
warding off trespassers with their armor;
So toxic the taste will guard gingerly,
a virulent warning doused in glamour;
Maybe you should read the full disclosure;
Heed the warning or wind up getting hurt,
don’t make the mistake of trying to flirt;
You may get caught up in their appearance
stay mindful of not being an expert;
Feral beauty warns you maintain distance.
Dampened earth announces its worth
with rotting leaves, moss on trees.
Dew’s panache from morning’s wash
mystic glow with sighing sough.
Senses heightened and enlightened.
Hare bides hole, fidgeting mole;
musky muskrats, batting bats;
sweet sugar canes, berry stains.
Nature feeds our feral needs.
Nature clears our eyes and ears.
Nature hones sensitive nose.
Nature touches - grand duchess.
feral cats roam free
nuisance in the neighborhood~
kittens under shed
4/12/2022
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What is a Feral Cat?
A feral cat is typically born in the wild or outdoors with little to no human interaction. If you attempt to get too close or try to pet them, feral cats view your hand as a claw that will harm them and will hiss and/or run away.
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