Avril Hyde Poet Rhyme

The Spotted Cat

Weighed down by it’s skin
Pelt heavy, it sat.
Loneliness whittled it thin
T’was called the spotted cat

A mistake from long ago
Left it wounded and hurt
Now lives life on the lay low
Blood mixed with the dirt

Its fur was quite matted
Patchy it still was
Skills fallen out of habit
Closed eyes, tired paws.

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Darlene De Beaulieu February 19, 2021 at 11:45 AM Hello Avril Hyde,I feel sd for the spotted cat that had to die for What? It makes me sad. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu February 20, 2021 at 7:52 AM Hello Avril, oh the poor cat , if I would have seen a cat in that way, i would make a point to help that cat out. Yes I am having a good weekend. Thank you. I hope you have a good weekend to. enjoy your weekend. my friend. Avril Hyde February 19, 2021 at 11:43 PM The idea is that the cat was attacked a long time ago and that to this day it still has splatters of blood dried on its fur (that's why it's called the spotted cat). It did end up dieing, mainly because no one would go near it to help it. I hope you have a good day too!