The Strayed Cat
I woke up this morning with a wonderful feeling
I felt like singing and dancing but soon after I felt my heart bleeding
I didn't realized how things were until I met him on the floor
Everything seemed controlled and time was knocking on his door
People were crying out aloud begging for him to get out of the house
Sad faces drooped heavily on the streets forcing them to retreat
They say that I am weak so I had to prove to them that
I had my own technique and I am standing on my own feet
Everyone is reeling from the seditious heat
Shame and disgrace is spewing in the street
The global don man has embarrassed everyone
and his jackets and ties are turning in rags
He cannot get out of bed and sometimes he feels spinning in his head
His Bruno Magli shoes is dripping with hole
And his poll is cluttered with thousands of cavities
His boat house is torn apart and left him sitting in the dark
Everyone is running away from him and his loyal base has abandon him
The nationalist has taken to the street burning cars and laws
Those hiding under ground has come out too to face the big rendezvous
The chaos is about to begin so open your door and let me come in
I thought I had gotten over this bruise but the pain kept turning the pages
And has left everyone confused
I have tried very hard to let it go but the idea kept tossing to and fro
How long do I have to wait before he goes only the almighty God knows
Time has it own healing but words are very revealing
The cat has been missing for years
And I have been looking for it everywhere
Sometime ago a young boy asked me about his missing cat
He put up signs everywhere looking for the cat far and near
Time has come and gone and I am still pressing on
I felt a little irritated this morning so I went outside and sit on the circle
I knew I had to write something but the words wasn't coming
and I did not know where to begin
I went straight to my truck and took out the book "what happened"
and put on the ground beside the circle and something
came out of nowhere and crawled underneath the pavement
The missing cat appeared and ran into the manhole and disappeared
I went to see if it was stuck inside but it wasn't there
I looked on the side of the street to see where the man hole leads
But there was no clue where the cat was at
I waited to see if it would come out
But I was looking at the wrong hideout
The cat came through an hidden tunnel and escaped on the other side
and walked slowly on the grass down to Sully Street
I didn't know who to tell but the revelation made my head swell
The cat had revealed the route covered with asphalt
exposing the tunnel that runs from the parking lot in neighborhood.
The strayed cat came back.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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