Shadow Kitten

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Glitters in the stars,
it’s like she’s already gone.
Whispers in the yard
that her whole life has been torn.
Rumors spread abound,
she’s gone to sanctity now.
Never come around,
and never return to fade out.

She walks on careful paws
to streets of dastardly deeds.
Rubbing her black paws raw
until she fulfills her needs.
Captures lust beyond love
and all the fish in the seas.
Beyond a forgotten word
with wandered mice in the streets.

Black ears perk to sound;
a music she cannot deny.
The voice of lost one found
and the comfort of somebody’s eyes.
Stolen belief at bay
she falls to faith of the fools.
Until she runs away
from fear it would not be true.

Kitten cast astray
from those who could not keep still.
A toll, a right of way,
a darkened passage of will.
She is forced to grow into fur
that only makes her feel weak.
But she has been cast down
and she is lost to the street.

In shadows long-past gone
she sees her face in the crowd.
Such a long-lost song,
she’s almost forgotten now.
The touch of human hand
she longs for heart and for home.
The kiss of human lips
and a relief from the ‘lone.

But she has been forced to grow up,
she struggles to catch her claws.
Walking bear on the stones
upon her gravel-worn paws.
A cat now, stray to the world,
she only wants to go home.
Back to her land she has seen
and the old life she had known.

And stray meets stray on the street,
he is so very much alike.
He teaches lessons of old,
and teaches how to survive.
That the world is so cruel,
but one can still stay alive,
if only one should hold hope
and continue to try.

He has scars on his legs
and his dark eyes have gone blind.
He does not see who she is
or who she wanted to find.
He cannot fathom the trust
she has instilled into his soul.
He does not realize that she
has now found reason to be whole.

But he is wounded and sad
and she fears that she might strain
his life in pieces and bits
and he might leave her to blame.
And he might walk away
and have no love such the same
because she knows nothing of
the treatment of ill and the lame.

He has seen battles strong,
and so many has won.
How can she still compare
to what is second to none?
Has he never seen more
to life than what he has done.
Is he really so blind
that he thinks she is the one?

Fearing she might hurt him more
she prowled on more cautious paws.
Protecting him from the wars
and battles, large and small.
A shadow panther she’s grown,
and caught the weight of it all,
so long as her stray mate
might find a happier call.

Until the day that she dies,
she fights to keep her love safe.
Despite the blows, the abuse,
the two harbor away.
Until alone elsewhere near,
they live much happier days
and the life they had known
has just faded away.

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About Mattie J.

My name is Mattie J. Hamilton, and I am seventeen years old. I live in a cute little house in the country in Southern Indiana, and have lived there my entire life. I self-published two books of poetry a few years ago, but I much prefer writing fiction of poetry, journalism, or any other sort of writing. I'm somewhat new to the blogging world, and I may come off as a bit of an ameteur, but hey, I am an ameteur. Proud of it. After all, I'm just a kid, and I have plenty of time to learn.

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