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Originally Posted by rescuecatsrule
This poem isn't finished yet, but as and when I'm able to get some more of it written I'll post it on here.
Look upon it as "work in progress" The title is a deliberate pun. I'll be quoting what I've done every time I add some.
A Strays Tail
I'm sat outside your door
Waiting for you to open it
Something is wrong, I can sense it
A year ago you took me in
I was a kitten then
Now you don't want to know
Must I be out in the cold?
I'm on my own now
I look through the window and meow
"Let me in, it's time for some food"
You have your back turned.
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Originally Posted by rescuecatsrule
I need some food, so I turn my back on you.
The birds fly overhead
How I wish I could catch them!
I try next door, they have a cat!
They shoo me away, so I run.
I knock a bin over and find the remains of a chicken.
That chicken tastes great!
I go along, trying every house
Until I get to the next street
I hear a car coming
"Please help me" I meow.
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Originally Posted by rescuecatsrule
No good! They are passing by!
I run to them, trying to catch them up.
They see me in their mirror. Do they stop?
No.
Someone else is coming. On foot.
They put some food on the floor, in a bowl.
I'm hungry again, and tired.
I nervously approach the bowl, not knowing what to expect.
The food tastes good, I hear you approach.
I hear kind words for the first time since I was thrown out.
You pick me up and take me inside
To "Meet the family" as you put it.
You pick up the phone, to call some new people.
I hear another vehicle coming.
It's a van with two new people.
They pick me up and put me in a cage.
"I don't like this" I meow at them.
They don't listen.
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We pull up outside a new building.
My cage is lifted out.
I'm carried inside.
Wait a minute! I know this building!
It's what people call the VETS!
I don't like this!
You carry me inside, and I get checked over by the vet.
I hiss and grumble at the vet
But soon I am back in the cage, ready to go!
You carry me back out to the van, and we go to another building.
You put me in another cage, and tell me to be good.
I see other cats about, all in cages.
I discover this cage has a litter tray in ...
I badly need to use it!
The food tastes good after all I've been through!
The water is fresh, I drink all I can.
You help me settle in, and "socialise" with me.
I'm a really friendly cat, I see you write that on a sheet of paper.
A short while later, too short a time,
You take me out of there, and take me to a "rescue centre"
I stay there a few days, then You come in.
I realise You are the person for me.
"Look at me!" I cry. "I need a home!"
You make all the right noises, then talk to the people there.
I'm taken out of the cage, then put back in a carrier.
I'm going home!