kitty
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Soft pink illuminations trickle through
The thread bare membrane of curtains
Dribbling light down the windows ledge
Cowering in the corner
six feet underground,
Sapphire blue eyes pleading,
Pleading to be found
Parents heard cries
From the helpless,
Helpless creature stuck
In the sewer, out of luck
Here lies the cat in grander soft and big,
In dreams he prances quickly and sly.
If possible cat would catch the horrible pig,
He who does not stop being a bad guy.
Kitty was your nick name
Cooking was one of your fames
Another was ceramics, needlework
Hairdressing, any kind of craft
You were great and could adapt
You were an artist
at what you could do
There was a time when all my hope was gone
I was kicked to the curb without doing wrong
My owner had way too many of us to give care
She was sick, had a warehouse of us somewhere
Black coat, with the white underneath
Got the breath of her last bath on her teeth
And she’s an actress, doesn’t miss a single beat
Rubs up on your leg when she wants to eat
But in pitch black you must beware
