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Created on: April 29, 2008 Last Updated: October 24, 2008
Abandoned Love
Amidst the ruble and the ruin of this old rundown house,
I searched for morsel or maybe even a mouse.
I'm so hungry all the time now and water is so scarce.
I used to have family who really loved me and cared.
The nights are cold and lonely at best.
I miss my owner's lap of which I used to sit upon and nest.
In the daylight hours I sleep most of the time.
I keep dreaming that things will somehow be fine.
I am a survivor. Of course, I'm feline .
But I can't stay alive being confined.
Why they left I will never know but I really wish they hadn't had to go.
So, every day I sit in the window and bask in the sun.
I reminisce of the games, toys and great fun.
What's that I hear? A knock on the door?
Please come in I'm here on the floor.
I've been here so long I thought no one would find me.
Your face looks wonderful, so warm and so kindly.
It's been a long time since someone hugged me tightly.
I used to dream of this wonderful feeling nightly.
Can we go now? I don't think they're coming back.
After all I'm only a cat.
I used to be a family member, once upon a time I had a life.
Why my family left me here, I'll never know why.
Didn't they love me? Then why did they leave, oh why?
I need a new family, a new start to a new life.
This kind gentle lady says things will be nice.
I'll stay in a cage for bit and make some new friends.
Maybe one day I can begin my life over again.
Come see in my new place, you won't recognize my face.
I'll have a new home and a family anew.
And if you come see me, maybe it will be you.
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