Dora Wright


Although he knows he shouldn’t
He brings me a gift most days
they are not presents I desire
kinda creepy in their way
Sometimes they’re still alive
hanging on by a thread
I find that harder to deal with
I much prefer them dead
he lays them out before me
like supplicants at mass
hearts beating erratically
awaiting permission to pass
My feline friend purrs loudly
awaiting my praise
nudging my gift nearer my feet
a sight I’d like to erase
but a cat is a cat
and does what it does
it gives me these presents
as tokens of love

Copyright © Dora Wright 2014

Dora has been writing for four years now and has had several poems published.


About sunnydunny

Poet, publisher, gardener
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