Whitey

greg skidmore

Whitey was a wild cat.

The best mouser around.

We kept him

to keep the squirrels down.

A fighter and a biter,

best watch your hand.

A hunter, he caught food

for the others.

Saw him put a rabbit

on a house cat's plate.

He came home broken

half dead of the dogs.

A better, braver cat

there never was.

The end of this killer

was very kind.

Published by greg skidmore

30 years a professional chef now retired and involved in commentary, creative writing and all things lyrical  View profile

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  • Walton S. Tissot10/28/2011

    bravo!

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