A Small Stray Cat Poem

by Zach Atteberry
(Hannibal, Missouri)

Here are some more Zach Poems:

Two Reasons To Stop Unwanted Breeding

Stray Cat Poem

Hope - is the thing with claws!

The tree sparkles with glint lights,
Presents are gone unwrapped,
Christmas spirit has gone this year--
Where has my soul been entrapped?

This white Christmas.
The icy snow, the freezing slope
Cold as my heart --
dying slowly as my hope.

I awake to a gentle stir
Perhaps a bird, or just the wind
I open the door, as a gentle creature ponders in--
A creature that I can perhaps befriend?

His claws touch my heart
yet never extremity he ask to stay,
The only present that I have ever asked for --
A friend to play.

A Small Stray Cat Poem to Feral cats