The Cats Cry

It hurts my heart
To hear his little wail,
To see the droppyness
Of his tail.
His green eyes go dull,
His whiskers seem thinner
Like he needs a good dinner.

My little Den
Has a sorrowful cry,
How I hate to hear it!
And that’s exactly why
I try to keep him happy.

The sound of his distress
Is like a beacon for me,
I flood to him like a moth
To a flame. It never bodes
Well, I assume it to be
A warning.

Poor darling,
I hope everything’s better
By morning.

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