Shootin' the Breeze

and random targets

Feral Soul

Like a lost dog

Or barn cat

No longer tame

No longer fed

Hunting instead

Without a master

To provide




Trusting no one


Not even itself

As it tries

To be safe


Not only for food

But contentment,

For company

And for love

All the while


Something more —

An invitation

From the Master

On his porch

The Master calls,

Offering all

The feral soul

Longs to have

All is ready

At the place

Where the Master

Kindly waits

With all you need

There is a way

To find a home:

By coming

When the Master calls

For you to be his own


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13 thoughts on “Feral Soul

  1. I think that was just perfect.

  2. Reblogged this on High upon the Rock and commented:
    A Word for the feral wanderers – I love it!

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  4. We had a feral kitten come to our door a year ago. I opened the door and he walked in. He was pretty timid at first, but by now is right at home.

    There is another cat we see occasionally, it mostly hangs out around the farmyard next to us. This cat comes from a home in the nearest town where it would be loved, fed and have a warm place to stay. We took it back there once and it left the next day.

    I know people like each of those cats.

  5. Reblogged this on THE NAKED TRUTH 2 and commented:
    A good start and a very good ending.

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