When I was a child Climbing the rusty gate was an easy task To toughen small feet, soft hands Until I slipped Under barbed wire, electric Burning flesh, hair tangling When I was a child I knew blood was red in air Blue veins went somewhere else When the door tore my hand Flapping skin, … Continue reading
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The Cat on Page Ten (reading Animal Farm)
Bluebell howls vicious in an instant “Are the rats our brothers?” Pig asks, fat on wisdom he calls us comrades I belong to nothing but myself — a no-name feline curled between flanks He complains about lack of food bare bones, I feed on prey caught only with claws kibble belongs to the dogs Paw … Continue reading
