The Prisoner

The cage is locked tight
the light is low
and dirty.

It drapes over the small cot
like ashes
falling from a cigarette.

He is on death
row. He killed one of his
fellow kind in a gruesome
hand to hand battle.

My favorite cat is dead
because of this large orange
wild tabby. Should I leave him
in the small cage in my basement for life?

Perhaps I can fashion a small
kitty-electric-chair
and have a public execution?

Or I could go old-school and just hang him.
I would have to make sure I get a minister
to give him his last rights though.

He killed my little long-haired friend “Lucky” of 14 years,
but we don’t want Mr. Orange Tabby to pass away with any sins.