About a Cat

I held her hand as she closed her eyes to rest

I felt her paws, her pink, tender, sweet paws

And her claws, that were so soft and so clean

She stopped trembling and twisting

She was moaning, hurtfully

I moaned with her, as I laid beside her

On the street

I held her hand as she was going to sleep

And in this twisting and irritation, I was squashed

By that painful prickle in my heart

“I should do something, she shouldn’t die”

I held her as she closed her eyes in fear

I held her between my arms and patted on her peeled off skin

On that flesh of hers, exposed to all the sins

Of these inhumanities driving by the scene
By that blood of hers, spilling
By that heart of hers, skipping a beat, frightened

I held her close to my beating heart, fearfully

I tried to comfort her ills

As she closed her eyes to sleep

As her trembling grew weaker

As I teared soundlessly

To her painful, sicking death

I held her close as she closed her eyes to rest

Or at least, that is what I wish I did!