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Art by Patty Mulligan 2017

Someone Else's Cat


by John Doyle


She's someone else's cat—

not that I'll shirk my concern,

most mornings she expects a feed,

that's fine, I know

she'll miaow her thanks,

then I watch her leave town on a passing stage,

full of bounty hunters and leather-briefcase

Swedish accent doctors—heading for Cheyenne,

she's someone else's cat,

I think that every night, before I go to sleep,

or if I see her barely dodging moving cars

at the eastern-end of my estate,

and I feed her again Tuesday

and think of that stage nearing Cheyenne,

bounty hunters 

who don't get involved,

and Swedish-accent sawbones,

haven't got time to deal with cats,


and I think of her—

someone else's cat,

lost beneath the grinding wooden wheels,


and watching, for someone

on whom she can miaow her thanks




John Doyle, 41, is from County Kildare, Ireland. After a long absence from writing (almost 7 years), he returned to poetry in early 2015 following a series of dramatic up and downs in his personal life, and since then has had his first full length collection, A Stirring At Dusk, published. His influences include Jim Craven, Susan Wicks, Eavan Boland, Philip Larkin, and John Haines.

Art by Patty Mulligan 2017

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017