Bubba

Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM

There's an old gray
cat that wanders the
neighborhood.
Neutered and wild
green eyes.
He's confident, and
thick,
doesn't trust humans
but loves tuna.
I don't blame him.
I have three female
cats that watch him through
the window, wagging their
slim tails.
He couldn't care less.

I call him Bubba.
His head is the size of
a grapefruit.
Half of one ear is gone.
I put food out for him.
He waits until I go inside
to eat it.
He's tough.
Lived a rough life.
I can tell, I've been down
some of the same
back roads as him,
slept in similar
alleys.

But no one has
taken my balls

yet.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Soren]

Reminds me of an old cat we had that got in fights with racoons. Tore up, toughed up. Great images in this poem.