The Lonely Cat
The cat waits by the door
with begging eyes and wagging tail.
He waits for them to open the door
and let him in.
This is the sixth home he's visited today
but yet his hopes never dim.
He meows loudly in hopes that someone
would let him in.
And again, another kick
again, another rejection foot has come.
He falls off each step, but gets back up
and keeps on searching.
That foolish cat came to my house.
His matted fur and mangled body disgusted me.
But because I liked his audacity,
his spontaneity, his rambunctiousness
I let him in
I let him in and I doctored him.
I wondered people rejected this cat....
He was so peaceful, so enjoyable,
so... lovable
But then one day
I came home to a pile of feces on my bedroom floor.
I thought nothing of it.
I cleaned it up.
The next day I came home,
he had torn the carpet in my guest bedroom.
No reason to fret, though.
No one ever stayed for a visit.
The next day I came home,
my living room was a mess.
Slashed pillows and billowing cotton
Foul urine and watery regurgitation
Broken China and torn wallpaper
I couldn't take it any longer.
Now I know why people rejected this cat.
And like all the others
I gave him the rejection foot.
I kicked love out.
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2011
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