The hungry cat.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
There is not much to say about this one. Just about a cat trying to find her way.

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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Submitted: July 19, 2012



She wondered the streets of New York.

The motherly panther.

Following the smell of fish.

Such a dinner,

such a night in this beautiful city,

thought the cat

Yet the cat was black.

A lover without a home.

She remained hopeful though,

for someone willing to defy superstition.

She weaved through the alleys,

smiling her pretty smile.

The ignorant feared this poor creature,

for tales of witches and ghouls.

But the cat was no more sinister than you or I.

A soft purr,

hummed within her body.

For the fish was found in full.

Inside a resturant the fish layed.

Only a bite,

she wanted.

Nothing more.

So gracefully she swayed, 

into this kitchens door.

Yet shooed away she was.

For being a cat and nothing more.

She could cry,

Or she could pout.

But she thought just instead.

She would find a comfy bed. 

So once more into the the city,

walked this hopeful young thing.

To find comfort,

in the arms of the cuty streets.

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