Poem From a Feral Cat
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Poem from a Feral Cat •*'⁀⋱•
I may never be a lap cat,
or one who comes when called.
I
may resist the hand that tries to touch
and some may think I’m flawed.
to your warm and cozy house
I may reject a bowl of finest foods
for the chance to catch a mouse.
But the box you put out for me,
Feels safe and warm and dry.
And I raise my eyes to thank you
when I see you walking by.
I eat the food you give me
but thank you for offering me the choice.
One day I’ll see the winter,
one day I’ll feel the rain,
I may grow old not knowing
there is freedom from this pain
I know you’ve tried to help me
and although my days will end
but I know you are my friend.•*'⁀⋱•
⋄ Author Melanie Nordberg.⋄
art ⋄ Feral Wraith ⋄ by Molly Devlin
