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May 2015

In the dark of night,
he moves quietly as a mouse
Creeping and sneaking

In the light of day,
he pounces and plays
happy and joyous

A companion worth keeping around,
always there to cheer you up
with purrs and brushes of soft fur

A fierce predator,
killing whatever scurries in front him

A sacred creature,
worshipped by gods and goddesses
statutes and shrines, all for him

An omen of bad luck,
people shake in fear
when they see this harmless creature

Why fear such a gentle creature?
Why leave them on streets,
alone and hungry?

On the streets,
scavenging for scraps of food,
cold and shivering in an alleyway.

In a shelter locked up in a cage
surrounded by so many others like him,
wondering why he isn’t loved.

In his new home,
surrounded by loving people,
Warm embracing and kind words.
XI
A perfect gift,
a perfect pet.
Kind and gentle and calm
XII
A mess not worth having around
A nuisance you have to clean up after.
Noisy and mischievous
XII
A black cat,
alone in the world
finds his way home
to a family that only see the good in him.
Mariah Langton
Written by
Mariah Langton  United States
(United States)   
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