A plumb line drops
(I know not where)
by which feral cats are judged
and marked ‘outside the bounds.’
I always saw their resistance to compassion
as a noble trait
along with their intemperate hisses
at attempts to conquest.
but less skulky than the shark
with its fin erect
and its teeth obscured.
Burnish me a reputation
that allows for feline wild-ness
and I will bare for all
and ruffled fur
Then slink behind some barn
and breathe a curse upon your home
with all its domesticated litter boxes
and countermanded claws
2 responses to “In Praise of Feral Felines – Poetry”
This poem made my day! My next door neighbors and I spent at least a decade trapping, spaying, neutering, feeding, and caring for a colony of ferals in our neighborhood. My inside cat Bebe was an orphan from that old colony. We have only two or three cats outside now, thank goodness.
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