Yellow sunshine warmed the black cat
A symbol of luck, in my eyes
She is my one and only best friend
The one who doesn't tell lies
She came from the gray streets
Filled with mice and fleas
Right near the State Park fairgrounds
Where people consume nothing but cheese
Italy was fat too. Filled with kittens
Little babies who never made it—she was too sick
While my future cat was suffering
I was eating cheese on a stick.
One day, I made my way into the kill shelter
"I want the black one," I said
The black-and-blonde kitty put on her brakes
Then she bumped me in the chest, softly with her head
She claimed me as her own, so I took her, too
She meowed all the way.
I used my last $5 on this cat
Just to give her a cozy place to stay.
I have been so lucky since I got her
Dream job, dream boy, dream house
I'm a cat mom
and I get to work for Mickey Mouse
A friend is a soul who loves you
One that lets you talk until your throat is dry
My black cat is my yellow sunshine
Now I'm thriving, instead of barely getting by.
About the Creator
Maddie M.
I'm a creative copywriter by day and a fiction/non-fiction writer by night.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Authorabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
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