The Tomcat

My neighbors’ old grey tomcat visits me each day.
I feed my neighbors’ tomcat when they go away.
The neighbors are quite grateful. The tomcat? Not so much.
He flicks his tail and glares at me near the rabbit hutch.

Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Neighbors”

Posted on March 12, 2019, in light verse, Midweek Motif, Poets United, Rhyming poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Ah we are having a similar situation 😀

  2. He has the “nature,” of the cat!!

  3. Ha, I can just see his disdainful glare. Smiles.

  4. Ah, yes: Much better to hunt than accept a handout of easily-eaten food! 🙂

  5. When you finally feel he has accepted you he’ll come up and swipe you with open claws. I’ll baby sit dogs but not cats they hate change and tell you!

  6. Quite a character he is 😀

  7. Love ginger tom cats…spirited creatures they are:)

  8. Cats are so smart. He obvs wants rabbit for dinner 🙂

  9. The tom wants rabbit, not cat food!

  10. Your humor is on a roll this week!

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