The Provider

I did feral cat/kitten rescue for over 2 decades. My husband and I saved thousands with trap/neuter/return. Homelessness is NOT a crime but rather a crime against helpless animals.

Who serves the kin of fang and claw

Until her name is sung

By unseen voices high and low

That trill with hope: she's come.

She helps us so, the feral croon,

Their ragged pelts caught by the moon.

She keeps us well and fed.

I haven't bred, but still I've led

My life as I was born.

While wild things sing, Provider slings

The burden of their pain

Into the bowls she drops, then walks

The midnight streets they stalk.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is such a wonderful and creative piece of poetry. Yes I must admit some bias being a cat lover but still this was a joy to read. And kudos to you doing such vital work for their behalf. Keep on writing and sharing your art with words.