Best Alley Cat Poems

Alley Cat, Alley Cat

Alley cat, alley cat
Can you imagine that?

A black skunk crossed your path,
And that’s a fact, is that a flash?

Of another smelly cat, smelly cat
Can you imagine that?

That smelly cat fought the skunk
Now smelly cat looks like it got punked.

The cat’s fur is...

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Alley Cat, Alley cat

Alley cat, alley cat
Can you imagine that?
A black skunk crossed your path,
And that's a fact, is that a flash?
Of another smelly cat, smelly cat
Can you really imagine that?
That smelly cat fought the skunk
Now smelly cat looks like a punk,
The cat's fur is...

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The storm thrashed the sides of the house 
trees bend to touch the ground
rain drops fall heavily on fragile leaves
gutters fill to overflowing 
spilling its slobber onto the dry streets

Midnight clouds give no cover to exposed hearts
burdened with an intense need for a dose of...

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once there was a girl
with big green eyes
yet before the sun
was fully seen,
(big surprise) someone
unfurled the girl-
what more- what poor
poor innocent soul
who suffered the toll
some body stole.
how sweet it was-
remeet me cuz
i'm gone. so smart
such great potential-
starving artist (seemingly
essential) make me
what you want to
see; i'll...

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ALLEY CAT 

The city alley kitten is fire boned  
body electrified in barbed wire fur
snarling ferocious wild fear bigger 
than its raging dot of an existence 
hissed from behind garbage cans 
at this naïve boy also determined  
to make this kitten a pet...

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I am tired of not being hugged,
my owner moved and left me behind,
searching for a roof over my head,
dreaming of a soft and comfy bed.

I'm singing the alley cat blues.

One time I was pampered and ate like a queen,
gourmet cans filled with fancy fish treats,
enjoyed...

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The accordion is my instrument of choice.
This was stated by striped blue cat Joyce.
My brother Adley is on the cymbals, nice and loud.
Cousin Zaney plays the violin, he has a classical crowd.

I asked, What kind of music do you like the best? 
Bluegrass, rock and...

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ebony like a puma, velvet pretty
she prowls and growls and moans in her sleep
like a little black dress, fashionably chic and insightful
there is purring now, her dreams might have shifted
the toms in the alley remain in hiding, fearful
she can be such a tease, and sometimes...

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