Poem

Under Your Porch

It starts as little scratches 

Then the cries appear 

Enjoying the silence becomes impossible, with all of the noise 

In the winter, the wind is bitter

What could be living outside, in this weather? 

That is when the loud meows appear 

Porch creaking over them, they become louder

Yellow, white, gray and black 

Small and simple, but suddenly gone 

They’ve moved somewhere warm, somewhere I am not 

 

Jeffersonville High School, 2019