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Two Tomcats

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I am torn in two –

Is the black cat there?

You have had your food –

Is the black cat there?

You have had your drink –

He’s as black as Indian ink –

You were half tame when I took you in,

Both of us in need of a friend

To keep us warm through the cold, cold night,

But he is wild and won’t come near

When you are here.

He’s as dark as you are fair

With a cloud of grizzled hair,

Emerald eyes glow in the dark,

Float in space on invisible face –

How many lives does he have left?

Poor hungry feral cat, all alone

Without a home, bereft…

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©Denise G Allen, 25 April 2013 08:06

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

22 thoughts on “Two Tomcats

  1. Denise, what a fascinating story you weave.

    If it’s true, then please take care,
    You don’t want a nasty fright
    When there are two tomcats there
    They may be inclined to fight!

    John

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    • I love your poem, John. It’s so apt. The black cat is a recent arrival on the scene. We have had hissing and spitting, but no actual damage. He is also very wild, unused to humans and must know he is an intruder. I think my neighbour leaves food out, but have been wondering if she is unknowingly feeding the rats in the neighbourhood. You can’t win…

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      • I think the fear for me would be that the feral cat would drive out the cat you obviously love. Can you find a charity like our RSPCA who would take care of him?
        John

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        • We do have an SPCA here. Also Friends of the Cat and in some places an Anticruelty League. The thing is: to catch him. Quite a few people have cats so traps wouldn’t work. Mine (?), I think, was a pet left behind and he is not a fighter from choice. Anyway I haven’t seen the black cat for a few days. Maybe someone has taken pity on him – I hope.

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  2. Oh my goodness Denise, what a tense situation…
    blessings ~ maxi

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  3. Very well expressed in a poem. It is a dilemma that only the cats can solve. We have had a succession of them that have ‘moved in’, finally reached an accommodation with our other cats, and from wanting to attack us on sight gradually became really soppy. I remember with shame that one I ended up loving the most I started off by hating with a passion and planning to kill him.

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  4. Very nice, Denise. (Though I think is so good that you recognise this for yourself. 😉 )

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    • I’ve never been confident (or hardly ever) that I don’t want to hear from other people. I often get embarrassed to hit ‘publish’ in case what I like isn’t what they like. Most often they like what I have doubts about and vice versa. Thanks for liking it – this is one of THOSE! Also the mouse one, Shadow Mouse.

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      • As you know I publish a wide range of poetry and I am certain I am unlikely to appeal to all of the people all of the time. Indeed I think I am almost sure to bore, if not offend, some of the people some of the time. But, what the hell. Should I pretend to be other than I am, and for who’s sake? I speak for the muse, not the m(o)use within. 😉

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        • Ben, what a super reply – thank you! Love the m(o)use within! Of course you are 100% right. I am sometimes too sensitive – sort of like running around naked, lol! Afraid to bare my brain – and let everyone see just how small it is…

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        • And we may all something in the process.

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  5. I have a grey and white version of that black cat. After about 13 years she now lets me pet her… A little… When she wants something.

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  6. ah we’ve had a few cats rolling about with our own tom….he comes home pretty beat up at times….i have had to go out and break them up….

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    • Things have quieted down here somewhat. My one and the black can crouch face to face and grrrrowl for ever if I don’t intervene, but not as often as before. I think he sneaks in for leftovers too.

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  7. Another wonderfully original poem! Thank you!

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  8. You’ve actually made me cry… just a little.
    Well done!

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