by Robin Loving

Created on: October 20, 2009   Last Updated: August 29, 2011

"Sad Little Lives"

Born to the cold

A baby cat cries

To a world that is deaf

And has half-open eyes.

His Mother is helpless

As frozen she lies

His litter-mates suckle

With blind little eyes

They nestle in closer

And nudge at her teat

Begging some warmth

And a calming heart-beat

He knows they are hungry

So he cries out with pain

His voice carries nowhere

In the frozen winter rain

He'll never know a human voice

Or feel the warmth of a bed

He'll never play with stuffed little mice

Or get scratches on his head

He'll never purr his melody

In a loving person's ear

He's crying for his brother's lives

Hoping someone will hear.

He'll never grow to rule a house

As 'Prince upon the Pillow'

He'll never purr himself to sleep

In the warmth of a window sill

He'll never play a game of chase

Or hear the children's giggles

As he pounces on a shoe-lace foe

And anything else that wiggles

He'll never pester the family dog

While riding on her tail

He'll never leave the frozen bank

Of his hungry little hell.

He screams once more, and then he's done

He knows he cries in vain

He nestles into his mother's arms

To die in the frozen rain.

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