The size of a hand,
I found him in the sand;
Looking at his white face,
Besides him I stand.
I took him home,
But he was not alone;
There was his little sister
Almost like her mother, I would say a clone.
They lived with me,
Played with me.
They taught me to live like free
We used to have meetings over tea.
Then one day from my work, I came.
There was a silence, unusual and strange,
There was no usual greeting exchange.
I marched forward and there he lied breathless and lame.
I was awestruck and dumbfounded.
He was so genuine and grounded.
I took his little sister to the room
I was heavy but could understand her gloom.
Next few days were tough,
There mother was sad and behaved rough.
It was the end of our story
He was now history.
I still feel him in my house
He would run and play and chase every mouse
And sleep with me
cozy and relaxed in the same old couch
Same old couch.
#sadpoems #catsarelove #kitten #kitty #shortpoem
About the Creator
Mohpreet
"I do not read, I do not write. All I do is express to make my mood light." - Preet.
Writing means emotions to me. Feel me through this journey....
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