Poetry Here (Mostly)

Didn’t Sound Like Love


IMG_1843A nocturnal screech assaulted
the neighborhood and roused my
sympathy for a female feline
at the mercy of a heated tom.

While sipping my herbal tea, and
watching a late, late show, I could
not help hearing nature take its
course beneath my window.

The deed seemed done but still
I wondered just where those cats
came from, who had let them roam,
and why my dog lay unconcerned.

 

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