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Monday, July 17, 2006

the poor man and his cat

In one corner of the pavement,
beside the huge garbage bin,
is a small tent made of blue plastic
where the flooring is mud and tiny stones
and kerosene lantern lights up the nights
few empty utensils and a charcoal fire burning
the poor man is fast asleep on the mud floor
with no bed sheets to cover him

just outside the tent house,
on his only broken wooden chair,
a little fluffy white cat sleeps soundly
feeling warm and cozy
covered by a thick white cement sack

2 Comments:

Anonymous The Beast said...

Speaking of cats. Reminds me this...

STRAY CAT
by Francis Witham

Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.

While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.

He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...Come on in!

12:44 AM, July 18, 2006  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Hopefully, they both find the same contentment in the companionship.
Fellow souls of a dirty earth
clawing meals from bins and gutters
respite in each following breath
Keeping an eye out for the dogs...

6:23 PM, July 18, 2006  

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