Poor Black Cat
A poem for the Unofficial Challenge: A Black Cat, from Archibald Thorne, link below!
I saw you
Feral cat
You’d gotten your neck and paw clamped in some device
I saw blood, matting your glossy black fur
I wanted to help
You would not let me close
You hobbled
Away
On three good legs
Into the brush,
Through and under the brambles
I tried to follow
But only drove you deeper
Into the cruel woods
Where are you now?
I put out food
In the hopes of drawing you out
But that was days ago
And you never ate…
Did the coyotes get you?
Atleast
That’d be faster
Than starving in the cold rain
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Comments (4)
Really sad poem, yet I love how we can see into the mind
Aww poor sweet baby :( I love the poem but am sad for the little baby. People can be so cruel. Animal traps are evil in my opinion.
Well written, Sam. An emotional look at a scenario that plays out often.
This was both tender and sad. The slow escape into the mind, wondering whether he was caught — whether it was your fault. Yet you left his food out. It shows love and care. But the fact he never did. Was so haunting. Best of luck in this challenge 🤗❤️🖤