Poem: Feral Cat

Feral cat looking in

through a window screen

doesn’t see me.

He gazes

through the open space,

purrs a feline dream,

wet-noses for something special

like fresh catnip

to roll in, instead

he patiently waits

like a Buddha cat

feigning a human touch

and the sanguine fragrance

of a kind woman.


Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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