There was a cat in my neighborhood
that used to kill rabbits
The blood really stood out
against it's white fur
My father thought the cat
should leave the rabbits
for him to kill
The cat was just
trying to follow the food chain
We'd go hunting
and after my dad shot a rabbit
I would cut out its heart
and feed it to our dogs
And the blood
would really stand out
against my pale white skin
Dan Holt is blues singer/songwriter/recording
artist, poet and fiction author from a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. He has
produced 11 albums of original music along with various singles and eps. Like
most writers, his work has been published in various online and print journals.
After many years away from the poetry scene, Dan has returned to writing poetry
in 2021.
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