The Story Of A Stray Cat - Poem by Wini Jose
Two little ears above her tiny head,
She was thin since she was not very well fed.
Everyday she would come at my doorstep with a seductive mew,
Waiting anxiously for the bones of last night's duck stew.
She would walk around my legs, tickling me with her fluffy tail,
Sometimes scratching a bark with her claws as sharp as a nail.
Her eyes were like two green marbles set in her beautiful white face,
And her whiskers danced in the wind like a shoe lace.
One day she came to my house with a new member,
A brown and white kitten, if I remember.
They were truly a sight to see,
The kitten's playfullness filled me with glee.
I used to offer the kitten with milk,
Ocassionally stroking it's head soft as silk.
One day while going to school,
I saw something that was really not cool.
My dear little cat and kitten lay lifeless,
Near a garbage mess.
Some speeding motorist had done this in his hurry,
He wasn't bothered, it was cat who would worry.
Each day I saw friends vanishing into thin air,
I cried since it was not fair.
Now no cat comes at my doorstep for milk,
There is no kitten with a head as soft as silk.
There is no playfullness,
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