Post by harrald on May 18, 2008 19:26:01 GMT -5
I was going along fine.
Mother had us recently.
But she wouldn't rise with the sun.
My heart told me,
She was gone.
A world away.
Close as she was, I knew that I had a fate stronger than time itself.
Knocked on the door,
Who answered?
Rescued me, but I'm alone.
I find the sun, and
It is as hot as
The center of the earth.
A girl clambers the lid open.
Cool metal bars lock me in.
I purr, she smiles.
Days later.
Next day, she comes again.
Picks me up, cradles me.
Swoons at my sight.
I nap in her lap.
Contempt in all nature.
I mewl, she gazes at me.
She smiles, and speaks soft words.
I don't know her language, but it intrigues me.
Maybe she cares.
I gaze at her with eyes of pure love.
My silky grey coat, striped with darker lines.
I'm a silver tabby with gentle golden-brown eyes.
Next day, she comes again. She holds me and cries.
Tears pour onto my little head.
Why weep?
She holds me, wiping away tears.
Hours later.
She says goodbye. I wonder why.
I look at her go.
I wish to say something.
But she walks so fast, wanting to be rid of me.
If only I had known how she bawled like a calf in the car-ride home.
Teared in the shower. And writing a sad poem in my remembrance.
I would've leaped the cage,
Raced to her side.
She had carried me out.
Showed me a new world, and love.
I gave her my heart, she gave hers to me.
If I'd only known the size of the hole,
I'd caused to form in her heart.
And the tears to pour at a single thought of me.
I picture myself, in the future.
I wish I could see her eyes, feel her touch.
Oh, how I wish it so.
Now I have a home. But my heart hungers still.
For her loving embrace.
I look to the day that I see her,
Face smiling, tears in her eyes.
A soft hug. Young girl with
Fiery hair, a gentle smile.
Soft blue eyes.
She was perfect, but her world was a mess.
And now she weeps still, to hold me and love me forever.
I wish she did.
I wish she did.
Mother had us recently.
But she wouldn't rise with the sun.
My heart told me,
She was gone.
A world away.
Close as she was, I knew that I had a fate stronger than time itself.
Knocked on the door,
Who answered?
Rescued me, but I'm alone.
I find the sun, and
It is as hot as
The center of the earth.
A girl clambers the lid open.
Cool metal bars lock me in.
I purr, she smiles.
Days later.
Next day, she comes again.
Picks me up, cradles me.
Swoons at my sight.
I nap in her lap.
Contempt in all nature.
I mewl, she gazes at me.
She smiles, and speaks soft words.
I don't know her language, but it intrigues me.
Maybe she cares.
I gaze at her with eyes of pure love.
My silky grey coat, striped with darker lines.
I'm a silver tabby with gentle golden-brown eyes.
Next day, she comes again. She holds me and cries.
Tears pour onto my little head.
Why weep?
She holds me, wiping away tears.
Hours later.
She says goodbye. I wonder why.
I look at her go.
I wish to say something.
But she walks so fast, wanting to be rid of me.
If only I had known how she bawled like a calf in the car-ride home.
Teared in the shower. And writing a sad poem in my remembrance.
I would've leaped the cage,
Raced to her side.
She had carried me out.
Showed me a new world, and love.
I gave her my heart, she gave hers to me.
If I'd only known the size of the hole,
I'd caused to form in her heart.
And the tears to pour at a single thought of me.
I picture myself, in the future.
I wish I could see her eyes, feel her touch.
Oh, how I wish it so.
Now I have a home. But my heart hungers still.
For her loving embrace.
I look to the day that I see her,
Face smiling, tears in her eyes.
A soft hug. Young girl with
Fiery hair, a gentle smile.
Soft blue eyes.
She was perfect, but her world was a mess.
And now she weeps still, to hold me and love me forever.
I wish she did.
I wish she did.
True poem about a kitten named Bear. I met him on Friday, visited him daily. Until today, Sunday when my dad said I couldn't buy him for $10.00 at a Renaissance Fair. A beautiful silver tabby tom with the softest brown gaze that nearly pierced my heart. I feel like an empty shell today, and still cry writing this. Enjoy it, it is a four-hundred word poem.
