The Stray
A heartbreak nonet
Today I was scratched by a stray cat.
I could tell there was some trauma.
She was afraid to get close.
She’s lived outside since I
moved here. But soon found
her owner did.
Abandoned
by this
door.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (5)
And that is why I never get angry when I get scratched by a cat or attacked by any animal. We have no idea what they went through. May the owner that abandoned this cat rot in hell!
It's really a different art. Liked your nonet!
Well-wrought, and a striking analogy! Extra points for the picture selection, accordion to me anyway...
“Afraid to get close”… can relate! Liked this one!
Oh, I hate it when humans do that to their pets. Great poem, Natasha.