Ashes
By Artanis
My cat cries
In the morning,
The afternoon,
And the
night.
It is a mournful cry,
A happy sigh,
And an
angry yelp.
She cries when i am gone,
When i am near,
And when im hiding in my room.
Then i wonder, if she can meow,
Why can she not speak?
Oh, how i wish she could talk.
I
imagine she would have a Russian accent,
And can't pronounce her T's.
But no, she cannot say a word,
Though always longs to be heard.
So now, every time i hear her cry
And looks with those
cat eyes,
At me.
I just extend my hand ,
Pat her head.
I understand.
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Copyright 2012 Artanis
Published on Monday, September 17, 2012.
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"Poetry"