Unwanted Nocturne

When day is done and twilight falls
I hear the Tomcats caterwauls.
The noise they make is quite obscene.
They vie for favours of the queen.
Who’s quite content to see them fight.
She will choose as is her right
The tom cat with whom she will mate.
I really don’t appreciate
The dreadful noises that they make.
I only wish that they would take.
Their courting to a new venue
I fear that they will force me to
react with undue violence.
I am entitled to silence.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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