she was a feral creature—
wild and fierce and city-smart–
a force to be reckoned with,
a weary spirit of hardship,
a survivor of many lives
she was a feral creature—
wild and fierce and city-smart–
a force to be reckoned with,
a weary spirit of hardship,
a survivor of many lives
❤
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🙂
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Shes a sad kitty. Excellent photo and poem.
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My son took this shot on the South Side of Pittsburgh.
I thank you Timothy. 🙂
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Needing love but probably resisting any attempts made at giving her some.
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yes, you’re probably right
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💞🐈
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So wonderful, Sylvia! ❤️
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thank you John! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Sylvia. ☺️
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Excellent Sylvia. The photo is so good and the words flow through the image 🙂
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thank you! It’s my son’s photo 🙂
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PS I bought The Wisdom of Wolves yesterday 👍
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I so hope you enjoy it Brian. Let me know… 🙂
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👍😀
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Very outstanding photo Sylvia, like always. Totally lovin it! The look on her face is like “hoooman what are you looking for? nothing to see here, move on already” Urban cats are very smart cats.
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Thank you ! 🙂
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In this world we need survivors, indeed!
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yes!
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If ever a poem captured a photo, yours did Sylvia! I also liked Dale’s comment.
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Thank you Curt! 🙂
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Your son was so lucky to have a camera on him at the right time and place. Some scenes are just meant to be snapped. Love it, and your words, too 😊
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thanks ever so much! 🙂
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