the sky is clear— i go on about my day as i pass the crystal roads i saw a feline; astray i go up to the cat and ask them “is there anything worth it, my friend?” hoping for a response, but to no avail i leave the feline alone and go on about my day the moon has risen— i prepare to sleep suddenly i remember the cat on the street i walk outside and see fireflies i hear them echo through my ear looking for the cat, i cannot see but hear “meow” it calls me, as i walk towards the direction only could i have noticed i was lost in the dark alley but the cat i finally found, he was black and round and then it tells me “there is always something worth it, even when it’s blurry”
It was very sad when your life came to an end. You weren't just a cat, you were also my friend. You became my cat after you were born in 2002. You were good to me and I was good to you. You were black, white and gray. I miss you because you passed away. You made me feel better whenever I got upset. You were my big buddy and you were a great pet. You were very pretty and friendly too. It was a privilege to have owned you.
DEDICATED TO SYLVESTER (2002-2010) WHO DIED TEN YEARS AGO TODAY ON SEPTEMBER 17, 2010.
One little whisker two little whiskers make a wish One cat fast asleep on the sofa One cat looking out the window Cat dreams of tasty friends Oh Sammy sweet that hummingbird you shall not eat Run fast little kitties run and dance for joy in the sunshine Hide under the bushes Walk on the mailboxes The neighborhood is your playground Badass alleycats you are Respected you shall be Royalty you are
I am a feline, With black and shiny fur Not a bearer of bad luck. Every time I walk so many turn away , God! Why did you make me this way?
History hold examples , Of me being good. Is it because I am not white or brown, Or any colour you like? Or maybe I am different, Something you dislike?
Look through my eyes, And you will know How the world I see. Walk in my shoes, And when you wear yours again , A better person you will be.
The 1st stanza talks about the superstition that a black cat crossing your path is bad. The 2nd stanza deals with racial discrimination. The 3rd stanza connects the first two and asks the people to empathise with them.
You let the jungle in, dear The steps leading up to your room Are covered in dirt and plants leaves brush past your face And vines hang from the ceiling It gets darker the deeper you go And the growling gets louder as well If you’re lucky you might catch a glimpse of a spotted pelt And if you see a pair of luminescent eyes All you’ll see is yourself reflected back in them