Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,931 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Owning A Pet In The Ghetto - Poem by Is It Poetry

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: green


Comments about Owning A Pet In The Ghetto by Is It Poetry

  • Bri Edwards (5/17/2016 2:42:00 PM)


    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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2016


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