Pix, The Unloved Poem by Shakeel Jumpp

He lay on cardboard.
His legs were broken
Some kids did it,
Laughing.
He was hungry.
His ribs poked through his fur.
He meowed for food.
But the people…
They walked past.
They didn't see him.
He couldn't walk.
He couldn't hide from the rain.
He was unloved.
Unloved.
Unloved.
Why?
Why was he unloved
Even though he had fur and four legs?
Wasn't he like them?
He had a favorite meal.
He loved to sleep.
He watched television.
He liked wearing tiny sweaters.
He had feelings.
Dreams.
Fears.
But he learned:
Humans were superior.
His old owner left him
Said the baby came first.
And suddenly, he wasn't needed.
He wished someone would love him,
The way they love babies.
Now he was weak.
So weak.
His vision blurred.
His ears stopped hearing.
His body stilled.
Unmoving.
Unbreathing.
It was all humanity's fault
For being abusers.
For lacking empathy.
For rejecting what they deemed different.
But not all humans.
Some still love.
Some still see.
In another life,
Pix will be loved.
He'll be warm.
He'll be safe.
Animals matter too.