Stray
Mangled and muddy
a limp could be seen
spat on and bullied
when others were mean
Head hangs to the ground
scrounging a meal
cast out of her comfort
from a love thought as real
Tiptoeing the banks
of a slow moving stream
basking in sunshine
seen in yesterday's dream
Spied a reflection
for who is this cat
one who is ugly
mangy and fat
Eyes that are lost
no purpose nor soul
sadly surrendered
hardened he strolls
Purrs echo the night as
empty meadows he roams
searching for daisies
and a place to call home
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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