I saw as I was leaving work tonight, one lost little kitty.
She was two shades of grey with scared eyes.
I wanted to take her home where there was all the cat food she could eat.
I called to her but she just looked at me.
Wild cats just don't run into your arms.
Alone in the darkness, she lotiered around the picnic tables.
I cursed the person that made her fend for herself.
Reluctantly I headed home to my soft bed.
Home in bed, I closed my eyes and dreamed of lost little grey cats.
Author notes
The little cat still hasn't been caught.
Written June 2nd, 2005
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no this is great.
A lot of imagery...very neat and organized
it sounds like a poem to me.
Edited on Jun 04, 7:31 because 'spelling'. -
Thanks. I'm not really sure it is a poem. I was just venting about that poor cat I saw.
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Wow. Thanks for your comment. I really didn't think this was a really good poem at all. I was just writing about the kitty I saw last night and my feelings.
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This is beautiful. It can have over 100 different meanings to over 100 different people. I love poems like this, because they are beautiful, well written, organized... and a delight to read.
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I like this poem. There's a lost cat in all of us.
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