He Won’t Let Me Near

The little black cat
the one that’s afraid
has a large wound by his eye

He won’t let me near.

I look through binoculars
and it looks really bad
he’s been in a fight

He won’t let me near.

I begin to wonder
where is the tabby
is he all right

He won’t let me near.

I run for my coat
I open the door
the tabby is eating

He won’t let me near.

The black cat is waiting
for the tabby to leave
for me to leave

He won’t let me near.

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8 thoughts on “He Won’t Let Me Near

  1. I really appreciate the way that this poem tells a narrative in such a sleek, lean way. Especially a fan of the stanza where the action steps down so rapidly, as you run for your coat, and that tabby is just eating away.

  2. The repetition screams about how scared this poor little cat is and hard you try to help it! I love that you have circled back around to talk about the black cat again. Great slice!

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