a Song of Survival
by evening,
in front of my room where I am writing poems
Cat, cat with nowhere to go
tried every days
thanks to the warm last winter
Cat,
lost weight,
hair fell out
lose dignity as a cat
when the night comes
Hungry, cat will groans
if a cat cries
someone secretly brought
next to an open food can
Cat approaches with their characteristic gait
Screaming sounds rushing right away
drowned in the sound of cars
When a very deep night comes
a cat will sob again
Loneliness, not hunger
no, will sing.
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