Ferrel cats creep
under porches
to escape the
rain and snow.
Some have half
a tail
or a missing ear.
My cats watch
them from the
safety of
the warm house.
They chirp, and
stare.
I wonder if
these pitiful
orphans once had
a home and
knew love.
Did the owner
abandon them to
be unburdened by
empathy.
I wish I could
save those wild
cats,
those princes of
the alleys.
Sometimes, they wander
over to my porch.
I put a can of
tuna out.
They look at
me with cautious
green or golden eyes.
I tell them,
it’s going to be
Alright.
I know it’s a
lie.
Winter is coming.
But I feel
better for a second.
And that’s all that
matters in this
playground of a
world.
Don’t you think?
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
Ferrel cats creep
under porches
to escape the
rain and snow.
Some have half
a tail
or a missing ear.
My cats watch
them from the
safety of
the warm house.
They chirp, and
stare.
I wonder if
these pitiful
orphans once had
a home and
knew love.
Did the owner
abandon them to
be unburdened by
empathy.
I wish I could
save those wild
cats,
those princes of
the alleys.
Sometimes, they wander
over to my porch.
I put a can of
tuna out.
They look at
me with cautious
green or golden eyes.
I tell them,
it’s going to be
Alright.
I know it’s a
lie.
Winter is coming.
But I feel
better for a second.
And that’s all that
matters in this
playground of a
world.
Don’t you think?
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