Across the house,
There's something going on
Sounds louder than ordinary
A discussion maybe
Exchanging views
They are shielded by the hanging leaves
Of a row of banana plants
Heads are bowing...then rising
Suddenly....a loud mix of sounds ...
A light wind blows, banana leaves sway
And the heads of those present spew
Angry meows,
And arrrs,
And hrrrs
And growls,
And grrrrs
And the enraged yelling of a human's voice
Overpower the soft, scared purring
In one corner...
Soon,
Inch by inch...
Three, four, striped stray cats, with a few kittens in tow
Distance themselves
Away from a big, wide platter of food,
Being selfishly devoured
By two big mongrels, of brown and white...
The Feline Forum, supposed to be with free dinner,
Is over
Has just been disrupted
By unwanted visitors
Starving intruders that came by
This early evening.
It is dusk...I see fire...I see both dogs
They're black as coal...fiery red-eyed...and triple-horned
Holding on to each of their tridents
I wish they'd go to hell....where they belong.
Sally
Copyright October 8. 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
Across the house,
There's something going on
Sounds louder than ordinary
A discussion maybe
Exchanging views
They are shielded by the hanging leaves
Of a row of banana plants
Heads are bowing...then rising
Suddenly....a loud mix of sounds ...
A light wind blows, banana leaves sway
And the heads of those present spew
Angry meows,
And arrrs,
And hrrrs
And growls,
And grrrrs
And the enraged yelling of a human's voice
Overpower the soft, scared purring
In one corner...
Soon,
Inch by inch...
Three, four, striped stray cats, with a few kittens in tow
Distance themselves
Away from a big, wide platter of food,
Being selfishly devoured
By two big mongrels, of brown and white...
The Feline Forum, supposed to be with free dinner,
Is over
Has just been disrupted
By unwanted visitors
Starving intruders that came by
This early evening.
It is dusk...I see fire...I see both dogs
They're black as coal...fiery red-eyed...and triple-horned
Holding on to each of their tridents
I wish they'd go to hell....where they belong.
Sally
Copyright October 8. 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
whatever extra food we have, we put in separate plates, and give to some stray cats and dogs, every day before dark...they wait for us there at the vacant lot across our house...
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