There\'s an old gray
cat that wanders the
neighborhood.
Neutered and wild
green eyes.
He\'s confident, and
thick,
doesn\'t trust humans
but loves tuna.
I don\'t blame him.
I have three female
cats that watch him through
the window, wagging their
slim tails.
He couldn\'t care less.
I call him Bubba.
His head is the size of
a grapefruit.
Half of one ear is gone.
I put food out for him.
He waits until I go inside
to eat it.
He\'s tough.
Lived a rough life.
I can tell, I\'ve been down
some of the same
back roads as him,
slept in similar
alleys.
But no one has
taken my balls
yet.