Alley Cat
I release my feline side.
I want to go for the ride.
What do I have to do for love?
Is hope really a white dove?
I take my whip and punish the bad.
It doesn’t make me sad.
The deserve what punishments they get.
It is the best and worst bet.
They try to get their way.
I wont let them stay.
They need to go away.
They do not understand my powers.
They will die in my shower of power.


Alley Cat
Saint Michael's College mentor:
Teera:
I liked the first two lines of this, especially in combination with the title. Very catlike. After that, though, I didn't see the alley cat in the poem--it seemed to shift. I think you may have gotten caught in the concept of rhyming couplets. I wonder what would happen if you let go of that and just tried to write in the voice of the alley cat who believes it has super powers? It might be interesting.