When I returned, she was there.as little like she had just bloomed.
barely 4 inches for a tail.
2 moons with a dark sky
Did she find a new home?
perhaps a kitty school.
I had a cat
and her name was tigress.
I wonder of her days.
a human whom she would be.
of what would she make of me
a stranger forever meant to be
I had a cat
And her tail was as short as it could ever be
what does she make of the world
of my indifference
what choice does she have
Maybe I changed, maybe I was different.
By no mean could she be so oblivious
She must have known
that I can't stand the word 'same',
‘just like everyone!'
I had a cat
And she birthed a million more
tiny elvis, jade, and...
The art of infinite poetry; The art to read, live and feel.