Alone No More

A poem for the stray cats

Alone No More

Lulu Forshage

The stray walks

Alone,

He's cold and wet,

His fur-

Contorted and

Burnt-

On the edges.

He looks and begs as well as a

Homeless man-he is a homeless man-no,

Homeless cat.

He walks out into the

Street.

He's hungry and looks into the

Windows of food places with

A tired meow as to say,

"Feed me a morsel for it shall hold me for time!"

Does no one care for this creature?

He is pained.

He is hurt.

He wants his life to

End.

But, how can he do it?

Bright lights pass as quickly as

Shooting stars.

The cat waits-

Timing each move

Carefully.

He darts out into the

Street.

Cars swerve.

Cars spin,

Frantically.

A sight not even the famous

Raven writer would

Want to see

Happens.

Blood splatters on

Cars.

Cat fur flies.

A small corpse lies on the ground,

lifeless.

The stray walks

Alone No More.

Reviews

[Vartul]

few mistakes(like="Want to see HAPPENS) but that's not much of a problem.
I always hated cats(they stare in your eyes eerily), but i think after this i might respect them more.Good piece.
What's up with the font? it may look fancy, but it sure doesn't help readability.