The cats without care
With punch, pizzazz and flare
They growl and hiss
With fiery cat eyes
Spiky hair
Gnarling jaws
And Spiny tongue
They think dreadful thoughts
As they
Leap towards their prey
with tact
Their victims by such surprise
Entangled now in
Claws like shackles
And teeth like swords
Forgive these puny
purrless few
Who ramble around
Fighting for their life
Vengeful are they
For they have not a choice
To bite with surprise and with poise
Or don’t
You don’t have to forgive
The mangely young beast
The scraggly few
The Motherless scrap
Strutting around
With pomp and low class
Poor little feral
Alone on the streets
Ducking around each bend
With a plea
Take me and love me
Or feed me and leave me
Or don’t
They bite with sour juice
Unpredicted upon pale skin
Blood stream so red
A bright crimson streak
On my yellowish skin
Wales of such pain
Out of fearful blue lips
Flinching tight muscles
And screams filled with fright
Poor lovely fellow
Sad lonely pet
Parting ways
As if never we met
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