Jones

The End

 

Out the door

down a hall

I spit – hiss –  growl

 

Caged cramped

holding box – She

leaves me with another.

 

Smells of food – joy

then too old

Two legs

leaves, scratch

beneath my chin

Coo cooing –  almost purr

 

Maybe I’ll be

safe here.

 

~ Sarah Ockershausen Delp

 

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