Fore this night, a howling curse
She will not go silently --
Death lays doormat at her heart,
At least she won't go violently.
Her pulse shakes the world,
With such agony --
This final hour of her life,
As she turns a thick ebony.
On her legs, last place to fall
The useless sound of crying --
The sting of fear,
In her brief time of dying.
She ask "why do people kill us?"
Remember me, you that has heart
God, turn me into the angel I want to be
Forget me not, even as I depart.
The terror is over,
Her spirit lingers guarding --
The isolated room,
Where life once stood.
-This was my poem over 2 kitten's that I was hand feeding all night, but one ended up not making it. <This is why backyard breeding should not be advocated>
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