She's not mine anymore.
Nevery wholly domesticated,
her allegiance temporary,
she dealt out affection sparingly.
Pleasing her was difficult.
Complaint was not permissable
and she responded to indecision
with indifference.
With no leash other than love to hold her
she began to wander.
The newness of an unmanaged world beckoned
with a thousand things to explore.
She visits now and then,
curious, yet aloof.
Seeing little has changed,
her curiosity satiated,
she soon leaves.
She's not mine anymore.
She's feral.
Author's note: This is a poem about a cat. It could also be about a few love relationships who passed through my life. If you have ever had cats of the indoor-outdoor variety, you will see some of them in this poem. If you have ever 'loved and lost', you may see your lost love interest in this as well.
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- A writer and poet on a spiritual journey seeking world peace and understanding. I am thoroughly and passionately in love with Beverly, my wife of 35 plus years. Always looking for a good poem, song, piece of prose or picture.
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While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
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