Owning A Pet In The Ghetto Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Owning A Pet In The Ghetto



Coming or going my cat was a smart one
climbing up
and onto the second floor window.
He didn't for a thrill kill bird's or mice.
Around his neck
he wore his freedom and his freedom I bought
for a price.
How did they know where he lived and how
did they know my phone number?
Right before he was killed,
sadly I could not afford to bond him out.

Saturday, January 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 17 May 2016

Perhaps the freedom was worth the risk and eventual demise. The cat couldn't talk, could it! ? I like this Bri :) One for May's showcase? ? Give me an OK and I'll put it in.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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