Poetry competition: Caterwaul
We are the family down the road,
Together we roam like lost children
Not brought up right, left bereft with
Home gone, we are one, not forgotten.
We are pests, swarms of flies descended on bins,
Starved of love we dine on skinny rats,
Under your door we smell sweet gravy,
We feel the warmth of your ire.
We watch you cuss and hiss like livid witches
Spitting odium. We dodge your cauldron,
Like Houdini we wriggle from river bags to
Dance on glass traps, cuddle barbed boundaries
To score our tiny claws down your polished cars,
Puncture your tyres so you don’t drive us down.
© Karen Rees (2015)