Gina Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gina

Dear, she, was and a beloved
-left in cage all alone, entangled,
-in small area of a hive, abandoned!

The first time that we met
-she bit me with ager.

Too jealous she was of
-me, taking her master!

And I was a friend
-who could have, right away.

Gina was ferocious
-worse than bear and tiger.

"How is she? " I questioned.
"She is dead! " was answered.

To me that cat is seen
-on every street
-and under every door.

Whenever I see paw
-of a pet coming out
-to seek for company
-bloods boils inside me.

I hear them pray
-for having freedom.

I hear them when talk
-to shadows passing by.

"Can you open the door? "
"Can we go for a walk? "

At home and when alone
-death is worth more than life…

Let the pets be free!