From Streets to Love
Just because they're used to the streets doesn't make them their forever home. #VocalNPM
I spend my days wandering the area.
Hunting for food
Roaming for warmth
I'm just reintroduced to my ancestors' ways.
I sometimes notice some brethren
With embraces and accessories clinging to them
As if they gnawed their past away.
If both lifestyles each hid behind a door,
Would I point to my current lifestyle?
Well, after so long, I don't know anymore,
But any complaints won't be understood.
I curl up against a tree
And feel grateful for my warm fur.
I don't know what will happen next,
But at least I can take care of myself.
The next I wake up,
An embrace consumes me
And a sensation goes through me.
Is this what warmth feels like?
After who knows how long,
I notice we're in front of a... building.
I thought only some of my kind can enter,
But I guess I'm welcome in this one.
I am placed in a container with water and... something that smells nice.
I am covered in a fluffy embrace
Until the water stops dripping off my fur.
I am placed in a room filled with
Accessories and more of my kind.
There are also people who seem friendly
And they actually approach me without indifference.
I don't know what will happen next,
But I think I like this place already.
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.