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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.