Donal Mahoney


Playing God - Poem by Donal Mahoney

Want to know how
God may feel at times
about us mortals?

Then every dawn
in any weather
place a tin

of Fancy Feast
on the deck
for the feral cat

behind the oak
who won't come out
till you go back inside.

Then take a peek
and watch old Tom
come up the steps

and eat his fill
before rumbling off
to find a harlot or a saint

to accept his genes
before he comes back
to feed again at dawn.

You may be a deity to Tom
but you will never get
one meow of worship.


Comments about Playing God by Donal Mahoney

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/6/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    Wow..You may be a deity to Tom but you will never get one meow of worship. wonderfully projected.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 6, 2014



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