Two kittens too young showed up on my porch. The flood light was their saving torch.
The girl, (Socks) of undetermined breed
The other Mr. T a tabby markings proceed
Other cats challenge for the premium porch spot
Socks the little girl kitten fighting she did not
She hid on the porch to be safe
Mr. T aggressively defended her grace
Yet one day she was gone I don’t know why
Mr. T spent days with a loud sad intense cry
Lamenting the loss Waiting for His love to return
I drove around town Her fate, I never did learn
A beautiful tabby Tom cat I call Mr. T
Took up residence on my porch you see
I made a shanty of tarps and cardboard
It’s what I had and could afford
Three cat beds, baby blankets to keep them warm
To whether harsh winter; wind snow rain storm
The padded bench added an advantage point
To see animals with intentions out of joint
When I’m away, the neighbor puts food down
Unfortunately, all the cats in our street town
Want to get their fill of the food left out
Survival breeds progression, no doubt
Mr. T took two years slowly I gained his trust
Rubbing up against my leg claiming me he must
His gifts of critters; moles, and occasional mouse
He made his way around and through my house
One fine day I opened the door and he walked in
From Then I fed him food He didn’t have to win.
Several cats I’ve had to chase away
Especially those who have a home per se
Wildcats are a breed of distinction
They struggle for survival against their rival
Battles they’ve won and lost at what cost
forever known licking their wounds,
scars to a tone cries to new tunes
Inspired songs;
1) Stray cats strut By Stray Cats 1970
2) The year of the cats By Al Stewart 1976
3) Me and the cat By Rod McKuen 1970
4) What’s up pussycat By Tom Jones 1965
5) Cats in the cradle By Harry Chapin, 1974