By Roy Runds on Monday, 20 April 2020
Category: May 2018

Forlorn Feline

A poor stray pussycat

fur filthy, bedraggled

tail missing

displaying ugly gashes

shivers in the dusk.

Hungry

lonely

he whimpers and yowls

outside a shuttered window

emitting enticing aromas

of a festive meal.

His frantic cry is answered by

a well-aimed old boot.

Feast days are for the faithful,

not for strays. 

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